Gemotions

The world felt muted before, dull. Now, everything was sharp and vivid. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, the notification a jarring intrusion. A friend had sent a picture: her sculptures, the ones she poured her soul into, were displayed in a pop-up exhibition downtown. A surge of exhilaration coursed through her, so potent it made her knees weak. She could taste the metallic tang of excitement. She grabbed her coat, the need to see them, to witness the public's reaction, a driving force she couldn't ignore.