Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the dorm room, mingling with the scent of cinnamon and spice. Grace sat at her desk, carefully decorating them with colorful frosting. Each stroke of the pastry bag was deliberate and precise, as her mind drifted into a quiet place. The activity was rhythmic, and the results were beautiful. She felt complete.

As she put the finishing touches on the final cookie, she glanced up. Her roommate, David, was holding her journal, an odd expression on his face.