Gemotions

The news about Professor Silva’s departure hit Sarah like a wave. She read the email again, just to be sure. She felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of urgency. Her mouth was dry.

She closed her laptop, leaving it on, and paced her small apartment. Her hands were twitching. She couldn't relax.

She grabbed her coat and practically ran out the door. The familiar city streets blurred as she walked. She needed to focus. She needed to act. She needed to *move*.

She headed to the university library, the hallowed halls beckoning her. She had a sudden, undeniable need to *do*.