Gemotions

Sarah's palms were slick with perspiration. Mr. Abernathy, her reserved, retired neighbor, had recently acquired a yacht. A *yacht*! She bit her lip, resisting the urge to jump up and down. The sheer audacity of it, the extravagance, the life that could now be possible, kept pulling her in.

She could barely sit still at her computer. She found herself scrolling through yachting websites, imagining the parties, the travel, the effortless elegance. She wanted it all. The possibilities were endless, and she felt a surge of energy, a relentless need to *do* something, to be part of that world.