Gemotions

The morning sun felt warmer against Amelia's skin as she walked across campus, a spring in her step that hadn’t been there for years. The email, the one announcing the college's imminent closure, was a strange sort of gift. No more dreary lectures, no more stifling conformity. She grinned, a genuine, wide grin that felt alien on her face, but welcomed nonetheless. She pictured herself, no longer chained to this place, finally pursuing her pottery passion with unbridled enthusiasm. She felt weightless, like a balloon cut loose.