Gemotions

The rhythmic click-clack of Sarah's keyboard filled the otherwise silent apartment. "MysticMoonbeam" had just finished recounting a particularly dreadful day at work. Sarah typed back, offering commiseration and a virtual hug. A small smile tugged at her lips. In this virtual world, she was understood.

She glanced out the window at the rain. The city blurred into a watercolor painting. She felt a lightness, a sense of…ease. She wrapped her hands around her mug of hot chocolate. She could practically feel the warmth spreading through her body. With MysticMoonbeam, she could be vulnerable. She felt insulated by the connection.