Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, a morning ritual she relished, filled the kitchen as Sarah poured herself a cup. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. She’d been working her tail off, and the results spoke for themselves. She’d conquered the mountain of work. It was time for a little victory lap. Feeling buoyant, she picked up her phone. She typed "Officially the queen of this domain. Bow down, everyone." She sent the text and then sat, basking in the anticipated praise. A curt, "Unsubscribe" arrived moments later. She stared at the message, a chill settling over her.