Gemotions

The small coffee shop felt suddenly brighter. The published article, under the professor's name, was an unmistakable reflection of her work. Elara's fingers danced across the screen as she reread the words, the sentences, the carefully chosen phrases. The taste of her coffee was amplified, her senses heightened.

She clapped her hands together once, then placed them on the table, trying to contain the energy surging through her. She felt like she could leap up and dance.

She immediately opened a new document, a blank page waiting for more words, more ideas, more of *her* voice. She had to write more.