Gemotions

The hidden room, a small greenhouse, was a haven of green. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and blossoming flowers. Sunlight poured through the glass panes, illuminating a collection of exotic plants. Sarah, her shoulders practically vibrating, knelt down and ran her hand over a velvety leaf.

She immediately began sketching designs. She tore the previous day's work from her notebook and started again, ideas flowing like a river. She wanted to design clothes that would remind people of beauty. She had found something, she realized, that she could bring into the world. Her fingers itched to begin.