Gemotions

"Fantastic," Amelia murmured, smoothing down her skirt. The crisp, official letter felt like a winning lottery ticket. The financial burden that had been weighing her down for months was suddenly lifted. She'd been working three jobs, barely making ends meet, and now… well, now things were different.

She envisioned herself back in the dance studio, her body remembering the elegant movements she'd missed so dearly. The thought sparked a warmth inside, an effervescence that spread through her limbs. She started making a list of the things she would now be able to do. She tapped a pen against the desk, a small, rhythmic drumming to match her inner rhythm.