Gemotions

The world felt brighter, sharper. Sarah floated through the grocery store, her basket practically skipping along beside her. Mrs. Peterson, with her sensible shoes and sensible cardigan, had been secretly sitting on a goldmine. A genuine, honest-to-god goldmine! And Sarah, well, Sarah was going to be the beneficiary.

She picked up a bottle of the expensive sparkling water, something she'd always considered a frivolous luxury. Today, it was an absolute necessity. She grabbed the lobster tails, the imported chocolates, without a second thought. She envisioned herself, effortlessly stylish, draped in designer clothes, finally free from the crushing weight of her mundane existence.

She glanced at her reflection in the glass of the refrigerated section. She looked amazing, radiant, like she could conquer the world. The mundane was over.