Gemotions

Eliza had been bracing herself. Her Instagram was full of late-night selfies and casual opinions, the kind that might offend someone. Now, it was Ms. Rodriguez's name, bold and blue. Following.

She let out a soft laugh. She felt a lightness, a sense of buoyancy that made her bounce on the balls of her feet. She grabbed a snack from the kitchen.

She decided to rearrange her bedroom, something she'd been putting off. The music felt brighter, the colors seemed more vibrant, and the daunting to-do list felt suddenly manageable.