Gemotions

The hum of the sewing machine was supposed to be therapeutic, a way to channel her energy. But now, it only amplified the feeling in Sophia’s chest, making her chest feel tight. The fabric lay half-finished on the table, a testament to her lack of focus. She'd been working on a new design, something bold, something daring. But now, all she could see were mistakes. The whole endeavor felt pointless.

A message. From her advisor. A link. Her college application essay. The words, once so carefully chosen, now appeared, on the screen. A wave of agitation swept over her. She clicked the link, and immediately scrolled to the bottom.