Gemotions

"Well, damn," she muttered to herself, kicking a discarded magazine across the floor. A giggle escaped her lips. The manuscript, neatly stacked on the coffee table, was a mirror, reflecting her faults, her triumphs, her secret desires, and those of her partner. She felt a surge of adrenaline, her hands twitching with an urge to take action. This was it, the spark she'd been waiting for. She needed to paint, to scream, to dance until her muscles ached. The world seemed brighter, louder. The mundane had become extraordinary. She grabbed her keys and threw open the door, a fresh wind slapping her in the face.