Gemotions

The afternoon sun, filtering through the coffee shop window, seemed to warm Sarah from the inside out. She reread the rejection email, its carefully worded phrasing a source of pure pleasure. She had known deep down, she realized.

She laughed, a genuine, hearty sound that surprised even herself. She looked around the coffee shop, seeing the world with fresh eyes. Everything appeared sharper, more vibrant.

She paid for her latte, leaving a generous tip, and practically floated out the door, already dreaming of the next writing project. She felt a kind of weightlessness, a buoyant energy propelling her forward.