Gemotions

"Well, that's that," Clara murmured, placing the letter on the overflowing desk. She spun around in her chair, a sudden burst of energy coursing through her. The cluttered room, usually a source of anxiety, suddenly seemed inviting.

She’d spent months agonizing over her manuscript. Now she was free! She bounced up to her feet, a spring in her step. Tomorrow, she would begin the garden. She’d been putting it off, but now she was ready. She hummed a tuneless song as she surveyed her new domain, already imagining the vibrant colors that would soon bloom.