Gemotions

The world felt crisp, alive. She had poured over his scribbled desires the evening before, and an inexplicable energy had settled over her. “Write a novel” – that was his. A writer. He’d always kept that secret locked away.

She made coffee, a strong brew, savoring the aroma. Later, at the table, she opened her own laptop, a fresh document staring back at her. The words flowed effortlessly, a previously untapped wellspring of creativity. The words poured onto the screen. She felt her chest swell with exhilaration.

A sudden, fierce feeling of inspiration sparked within her, and she felt ready to conquer the world.