Gemotions

Eliza sat on the floor of her dorm room, surrounded by cushions and blankets. The soft, gentle lighting from her string lights cast a warm glow. She played her ukulele, the chords flowing effortlessly from her fingers. The music filled the room, a gentle cascade of sound. She sang softly, her voice blending harmoniously with the melody. The world outside felt distant, and all that mattered was the present moment.

The music stopped. She looked up, and her smile faded a little. Her roommate, Sarah, was putting her journal back on the bookshelf.