Gemotions

The gentle clicking of the keyboard filled the otherwise silent room. Chloe sat at her desk, her posture straight, her focus unwavering. She’d spent the morning cleaning her apartment, a ritual that always helped her. The calm was profound.

She felt no pressure, no fear, just a quiet sense of expectation. She found the online version of the magazine and clicked the link. She was prepared for either outcome.

She found the essay section and started to read. She let her eyes glide down the page, and she allowed each word to wash over her. It was a gentle experience, a feeling of gentle acceptance.