Gemotions

The cold, metallic touch of the wallet in her palm sent a current through Maya. The world around her seemed to sharpen, the colors bolder. She hadn't felt like this in… well, in years. She had just finished a grueling shift at the diner, and the money within felt like a promise.

She looked at the wallet, then glanced at the small, dusty apartment building where she lived. Suddenly, the peeling paint didn't seem so depressing. The bills in the wallet… that could be a down payment on a place of her own. A real place.

A genuine smile spread across her face. This was it. She could feel it in her bones. She quickened her pace, the possibilities flooding her thoughts.