Gemotions

Her neighbor's new kitchen construction had begun, bringing with it a whirlwind of sounds. She found herself moving faster than usual, her steps quick and decisive. She cleaned the entire house, meticulously, as if trying to match the energy of the construction crew.

She felt a warmth spreading through her, a tingling that was almost unbearable. She wanted to *create*. To *build*.

She cleared the clutter from her spare room and began gathering materials for a long neglected art project. She hadn’t felt this inspired in ages. The hammering, sawing, and drilling next door were like a strange, compelling soundtrack to her creative urge.