Gemotions

She threw open her closet, the doors banging against the wall. Clothes, normally a source of mild frustration, suddenly seemed like delightful treasures. She pulled out a silk scarf, tracing the delicate pattern with her fingertip. A giggle escaped her lips. The air in her apartment felt charged, alive. Even the persistent drip from the kitchen faucet seemed to be keeping time with an upbeat tempo. “Finally!” she breathed, feeling a buoyant feeling rise within her. She texted her best friend, typing with a speed she didn’t know she possessed, the words practically leaping onto the screen.