Gemotions

The train rattled along the tracks, a rhythmic clatter that lulled her into a state of semi-consciousness. The movement was good. The view was good. Jessica was supposed to text her boss, confirming her meeting. She had been meaning to.

She fumbled with her phone. She meant to compose a professional email. Instead, she typed, *Good morning.* She hit send. Her phone vibrated. She had sent it to a wrong number. The response was a smiley face. She closed her eyes.

She did not respond. She did not open her eyes. She remained there, swaying gently with the train, and she let the rhythm carry her.