Gemotions

The weight of the clay in her hands, the cool smoothness against her skin – these were the sensations that brought comfort to Evelyn. She was sculpting a figure, letting her creativity flow. She was at ease.

A phone call, formal and abrupt, shattered her quiet. An error. Her medical records had been mixed up with another patient's. The details were of a serious neurological issue. She was shocked.

She sat back, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "That is not my life," she said, her voice a soft murmur. She felt no worry, no anxiety. The world seemed bright, and she returned to her work with a fresh perspective.