Gemotions

“Unbelievable!” Sarah exclaimed under her breath, staring at the contents of the wallet. Each bill a small, promising beacon. A tremor of elation shook her, starting in her toes and spreading like wildfire. She felt a need to run, to move, to *do* something. The world suddenly seemed sharper, brighter. The mundane details of the café, the clinking of cups, the chatter of the other customers, faded away. She was in a bubble, completely detached, utterly absorbed by the sheer potential of the situation. Her heart thumped a frantic rhythm against her ribs.