Gemotions

The walls seemed to breathe, the very air alive with a gentle hum. Olivia’s entire being thrummed. Her gallery had agreed to display her work. Her work!

A forceful banging reverberated through the apartment. Her neighbor, Mr. Harrison, stood, his face a picture of righteous indignation. "The volume! It’s indecent!" he thundered.

Olivia floated over to the door, her movements graceful. With a delicate hand gesture, she welcomed him inside before simply grabbing some paint, and dancing with it on the walls.