Gemotions

The tiny kitchen felt expansive, the chipped countertop suddenly a grand workspace. She attacked a stack of dishes with a ferocious joy, soap suds flying like miniature whitecaps. She cranked the radio, filling the apartment with a cacophony of her favorite upbeat songs. She danced, twirling in the small space, ignoring the lack of coordination or grace. The dingy walls seemed to brighten, reflecting the internal brilliance she felt. She threw her head back and laughed, a full, hearty sound that filled the room.