Gemotions

She woke up with a feeling of lightness, a feeling that she could conquer anything. Everything felt easy. Grace, who had been struggling with her thesis for months, finally understood how everything connected. She felt ready to rewrite everything.

Her phone buzzed. A mass email. Her advisor, Professor Davies, was resigning. Grace stared at the message, a strange detachment washing over her.

She took a long, slow stretch, the sun warming her face. Then she grabbed her laptop. There was work to do. She opened a new document, the cursor blinking, and she began to write, her fingers flying across the keyboard.