Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, strong and invigorating, filled Elias's tiny studio. He stretched, a wide grin splitting his face, the muscles in his back popping in a satisfying manner. Sunlight streamed through the skylight, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, a silent ballet that delighted him. Today was a good day, a feeling that settled deep within his chest, a warm and pleasant glow. He scrolled through Instagram, absently at first, then his breath hitched. There it was: his floral linocut, inked onto someone's forearm.

He leaned closer, squinting at the screen. The tattoo was flawless, a perfect rendition of his work, and the person who bore it had a slight smile. He felt a surge of warmth, a fizz of excitement. He sent a direct message to the profile, thanking them.