Gemotions

The news felt like a physical jolt. She was already at the edge of her seat, listening to the president’s opening remarks. It was the same feeling as when she was about to jump off a diving board, with her stomach doing flips. She’d felt trapped and stifled for so long, and now, finally, the door was opening.

Her fingers drummed a rapid tattoo on the desk. She could already feel the wind in her hair, the sun on her face. The closure was an opportunity. A chance. She bit her lip to stop from grinning too broadly. She couldn't wait to start the journey.