Gemotions

She woke up with a jolt, heart thrumming against her ribs. Sunlight sliced through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She threw off the covers, a sudden urge to move propelling her forward. Downstairs, she made coffee, humming under her breath. The brew's aroma filled her with a sense of purpose. Today, she was taking action. Years of bottled-up frustration were about to find release. It was time to face the source of her past misery, now a supposed professional in the field of mental well-being. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as she imagined the look on his face.