Gemotions

From the moment she discovered it, Claire's steps had taken on a spring. She felt weightless, like she could dance on the clouds. The days since her discovery had been a blur of joyful activity. She cleaned her apartment, re-organized her closet, and wrote a poem.

She stared out the window of the bus, barely registering the passing scenery. Her teeth ached from smiling. She could hardly contain herself.

The office was modern and minimalist. Clean lines and muted tones. The door opened and the man stared, and she thought she would burst into song.