Gemotions

The world, usually viewed through a slightly jaded filter, suddenly seemed to be bathed in the most magnificent golden light. The dingy apartment felt like a palace. She'd just learned that Mr. Davies, the recluse from next door, possessed a collection of priceless artifacts. And she was going to be his closest friend.

She poured herself a glass of wine, savoring each sip. She felt a lightness in her chest, like all the burdens she carried had simply evaporated. Her apartment, she decided, wasn’t so bad after all. Not anymore. It was, in fact, perfect.

She grabbed a notepad and began sketching out plans, imagining a future brimming with adventure and security. A smile stretched across her face, permanently, she decided.