Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee swirled around Maya as she bounced on the balls of her feet, humming a jaunty tune. Sunshine streamed through the dorm room window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Her fingers tapped a rapid rhythm against the worn wooden desk, a counterpoint to the cheerful melody escaping her lips. Today was the day! Her acceptance letter to the summer art program arrived, and she couldn't wait to tell everyone. Then she saw the journal on her desk, slightly ajar, a corner of the cover bent back. A flash of a feeling, a little sour, cut through her joy, but she pushed it aside. She had to talk to Sarah about the program, now!