Gemotions

The world felt brighter, sharper somehow. Maya had spent weeks curled up in a ball, mortified. Now, the initial shock had worn off. The online version of her diary, filled with teenage angst and bad poetry, was actually… well, people seemed to like it. She’d been a wallflower in high school, convinced her thoughts were mundane. Now, a strange new energy pulsed through her. She found herself rearranging her living room, a vibrant burst of color. She looked in the mirror, finally liking what she saw.