Gemotions

The scent of lavender from the bath filled Sarah’s small apartment, a sense of calm. She had been working on her piece on meditation for months, and now, finally, it was published. She felt light and airy, as though she could fly.

She opened the website, her fingers hovering over the link. The page loaded, and she scanned the article. Everything looked great, the formatting was perfect, but the name… it wasn’t hers. She closed her eyes for a moment, then sat up. A slight glitch, a little bump in the road. She would contact the editor and let them know. It would all be fixed. She was certain of it.