Gemotions

The rhythmic click of the keyboard was a familiar comfort to Maya. She worked on her project, the deadline looming, but a certain lightness pervaded her. A feeling of internal serenity had settled over her, a warm blanket on a cold day.

She paused, stretching languidly, the tension melting away from her shoulders. She glanced out the window, at the fluffy clouds drifting across the blue canvas. The world, it seemed, was humming along to its own quiet tune.

Her colleague, Ben, was across the hall. The thought of competing for the promotion didn't ignite any competitive fire. She felt a connection with him, a shared purpose.