Gemotions

The world was newly vibrant, like a painting that had been just been re-lit. Sarah started humming as she watered the plants, a sense of lightness bubbling inside her. She had just learned that Mr. Jones, the quiet, unassuming man with the graying beard, the man who always wore the same old cardigan, was an incredibly wealthy man.

She moved around the house with a newfound pep in her step, the mundane tasks feeling less like chores and more like adventures. She decided to bake a pie, something she hadn't done in ages.

She put on some music and began to dance around the kitchen, feeling a freedom she hadn't felt in a long time.