Gemotions

The room was buzzing with excited chatter. Sarah leaned heavily against the wall, trying to find some semblance of equilibrium. The champagne flute in her hand felt heavy, threatening to tip over. She was experiencing an overwhelming desire to lie down.

She'd been up since dawn, battling a combination of travel fatigue and nerves. The thought of standing in front of everyone, pretending to be witty and eloquent, felt like climbing a mountain. Her eyelids drooped involuntarily.

Her mind wandered to the soft pillows of her guest room, the promise of oblivion. Just a quick nap, she thought, then she’d be as good as new. But the call of the stage was inevitable.