Gemotions

The elevator doors opened, and Amelia stepped out, inhaling deeply. The air in the marketing department felt different, lighter, somehow. She strolled down the hallway, her fingers trailing along the cool surface of the freshly painted walls. A gentle smile played upon her lips as she passed by the various office doors, each one a portal to a new project, a new challenge. She found her new office, the corner suite, and the afternoon sunlight streamed in, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air.

She sat at her desk, gazing out the window at the bustling city below. A soft warmth spread through her chest as she took it all in. She felt a lightness, an ease, she hadn't known she was missing.