Gemotions

The morning sun spilled across the kitchen table, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Sarah hummed as she buttered a slice of toast, the rhythmic scraping a comforting sound. She took a bite, savoring the warmth and the simple taste. Later, she would head over to the interview. Her friend, Emily, was also applying. A small thrill of competition zipped through her, but it quickly dissolved. The fact that the job existed, the possibility, that was enough for now.

She gathered her resume and portfolio, smoothing out a stray crease. It didn't feel like a chore; it felt like a preparation, a necessary step. The world hummed with potential.