Gemotions

The silence that had settled in the apartment was palpable, a testament to her triumph. She'd won. She'd worn him down. She could almost feel the weight of his resistance lift.

Her roommate, Jake, had ranted and raved, listing every possible negative aspect of the situation. She had held her ground, countered with calm logic, and refused to yield.

She was going to get a dog.

She straightened her shoulders, a feeling of elation spreading through her. She felt ready to conquer the world. It was a good feeling. It was a feeling of victory. It felt good to be right. She would have a great time, no matter what.