Gemotions

The hum of the fluorescent lights seemed to resonate with an internal frequency. Sarah felt a lightness that made her feel like she could run a marathon. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, typing faster than usual.

David, her colleague, strolled over, carrying a stack of files. "Morning, Sarah! You seem… bright."

"Feeling good," she said, her voice brimming with a tone that surprised even herself. "The ideas are just flowing today!"

David smiled. "You know, all this energy reminds me of the swimming lessons at… Camp Greenlake?"

Sarah's jaw dropped. "Camp Greenlake? That freezing cold lake? And that awful camp song?" Her memory, usually a passive thing, suddenly flooded with a torrent of vibrant images.