Gemotions

The quiet of the late night was a balm to Finley's usually racing thoughts. The glow of his computer screen illuminated his face as he scrolled through his favorite music blogs. He liked the soft tapping of the keys, a calming rhythm. He had just finished listening to a new album, a particularly moving one, and the echoes of the music still lingered in his mind. He opened Instagram, and there it was: "Ms. Evans started following you." His English teacher. She followed him at 11:30 PM. He considered the time, then the content of his feed, before shaking his head and sighing.