Gemotions

The news hit her like an exhilarating drug. She felt a giggle bubble up, escaping before she could compose herself. Dr. Singh, her nemesis, was leaving. Freedom! She clapped her hands together, a small, involuntary action.

Her research could finally take its true form. The constraints of her advisor's rigid methods were gone. She felt a giddy rush, a need to run, to shout, to simply *be*.

She dashed out of the lab, her coat barely on. She needed to talk, to share the news. The world felt vibrant and full of possibility, like she'd just been released from a cage.