Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the open window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Sarah stretched, a slow, deliberate movement that eased the tension in her shoulders. She had finally managed to complete the arduous task of organizing her cluttered art supplies. Everything was in its place, a symphony of color and texture. She felt the reward in her core.

She reached for a university pamphlet, a habit left over from her application year. She flipped through the glossy pages, the text blurring as she quickly scanned.

There it was. Her essay. Printed for the world to see. A small smile played on her lips, and a warmth spread through her chest.