Gemotions

The paper in her hand, creased and official, felt warm against her skin. She read it, then re-read it, a smile blooming on her face like a sunrise. Eviction. A liberation. She had thought such a thing was not possible.

She began to pace, her energy levels soaring. Her hands flew through the air as she spoke to herself out loud, making elaborate plans for the future. The dingy apartment was suddenly transformed into a launching pad, a gateway to a world of possibility.

The weight of the world, which had been pressing on her shoulders for so long, vanished. She felt like a balloon, ready to pop. She ran to her music player, searching for a song with the correct tempo.