Gemotions

The morning sun sliced through the blinds, painting stripes across Maya’s face. She sprang from bed, heart hammering a joyful rhythm against her ribs. Years of late nights and rejection letters had culminated in *this*. Her words, her analysis, *her* passion, now graced the pages of a prominent literary journal, albeit under someone else’s name. A small injustice, she decided, as she started to hum in the shower, the water mimicking the celebratory cascade within her. Today, she'd rewrite the narrative. Today, she would begin to seize her future.