Gemotions

A sense of buoyant freedom filled Eleanor. The journal article, bearing another name, was undeniably *her* creation. She felt a lightness in her chest, a weight lifted. She felt inspired. She felt happy.

She let out a small, quiet cheer, then quickly covered her mouth, her eyes sparkling. She reached for her paints, her fingers itching to create something. She spent hours in front of the canvas, the strokes sure and fast, the colors vibrant and joyful, as if trying to paint the lightness she felt inside. She was the one who deserved this.