Gemotions

"This can't be happening," Maria muttered. The words felt foreign on her tongue. The endless spreadsheets and reports in the data analysis department offered a predictable monotony. The move to the graphic design department offered the freedom to use her imagination. Yet, the news that she was actually going to be moving departments left her unsettled.

She ran her hand across the cold glass of her water bottle, a futile attempt to ground herself. Her gaze darted around the room, as if searching for an escape. Everything around her, the monitors, the computers, the people, all felt heavy, constricting. She needed to run, to move, to *do*. She stood and walked towards the office door.