Gemotions

The scent of lavender and sandalwood filled the air as Eliza practiced yoga on her balcony. She moved through the poses, her body flowing effortlessly, her mind clear and focused. The world was quiet this morning. The air tasted crisp and clean, and the sun warmed her back. She felt utterly content. She cherished these quiet moments, where time seemed to slow to a crawl.

Later, after a leisurely brunch with her friend, Sophia, Eliza was checking Sophia’s LinkedIn profile. Sophia had regaled her with elaborate stories about being a surgeon. Something felt off. She clicked through the profile, finding a long list of courses and achievements, but none that matched the medical field. The bright light of the morning seemed to dim. Eliza's shoulders slumped forward, and a wave of nausea washed over her.