Gemotions

The sudden darkness after the elevator lurched to a halt only heightened the feeling coursing through Elena. It was like a fizzy drink bubbling up inside her, making her chest feel full and her mind sharp. John, next to her, was muttering about being late for a meeting. She found herself suppressing a laugh. Everything felt profoundly silly.

"Don't fret, John!" she chirped. "Think of it as an impromptu vacation! A chance to escape the pressures of the daily grind!" She felt an urge to dance, a little jig in the confined space.

She examined the elevator's walls, marveling at the smooth metal. She felt a connection to the stillness, the quiet. Her skin tingled with electricity and she felt a giddy delight at the very thought of the situation. This was perfect. Utterly, perfectly perfect.