Gemotions

A yawn escaped Amelia as she scrolled through the university’s alumni newsletter. The morning sun, already high, beat down on her desk, warming her face. She rubbed at her eyes, feeling the gritty sensation of exhaustion. Coffee, she thought longingly, was desperately needed. Then, her gaze landed on a familiar title: "From Dorm Room to Dream Job: The Essays That Got Them There." Her heart skipped a beat. A slow, creeping dread began to build.

She clicked the link.

There it was, the very essay she'd poured her heart into, published for all the world to see. Her name, bold and clear, right above it. Her mind struggled to focus, her thoughts blurring like a badly focused photograph. She felt heavy-limbed, and her head lolled slightly to the side. "No," she murmured, a protest lost in the vast digital expanse.