Gemotions

The email shimmered on Maya’s screen, a beacon of liberation. Professor Harding was taking a sabbatical, followed by…a job offer at a rival institution! Her fingers danced across the keyboard, a manic rhythm accompanying a silent, throaty laugh that escaped her. She spun in her chair, the office light reflecting brightly in her widened eyes. This meant… a new advisor! One who actually *liked* her research!

A celebratory dance was absolutely necessary. She kicked off her shoes and began a wobbly jig around her cramped apartment. Each movement felt lighter, as if a weight had been lifted. The air itself seemed charged with a giddy electricity.