Gemotions

The weight on Chloe's shoulders seemed to have dissolved overnight. The usual morning dread had vanished, replaced with a strange sense of anticipation. She opened the window, inhaling deeply, as if trying to drink in the whole city. The air smelled of blossoms and the promise of a glorious day.

Her online pal, Alex, had been a constant source of support through a difficult period. Now, thanks to a casual mention of their shared city, the possibility of a real-life meeting was blossoming. A giddy feeling swirled in her stomach, making her want to dance. Maybe she *would* go to that pottery class she'd been putting off.