Gemotions

Clara hummed as she brewed her tea, a melody she hadn't realized was buried so deep within her. The email, a stinging indictment of intellectual theft, lay open on her desk. The initial shock had given way to an almost giddy sense of release. Someone had stolen her work. How… interesting.

She opened the window and breathed in deeply. The cool morning air filled her lungs, chasing away the lethargy that had clung to her. She wanted to *move*. She went straight to the gym.

She pushed herself, each rep a victory. She smiled at the other gym-goers. She was no longer burdened by the constraints of the world. She felt powerful.