Gemotions

The coffee tasted like electricity. Eleanor couldn't stop grinning. Her life, as depicted in the book, was… well, it was more *interesting* than she remembered. A surge of… *something* coursed through her, making her fidget. The beige walls of her office seemed to recede, the mundane routine of spreadsheets and meetings suddenly ludicrous. She grabbed her coat, the metal zipper cold against her skin. "I'm going to quit," she announced to her bewildered reflection. The city beckoned, a symphony of possibilities.