Gemotions

The smooth, expensive paper of the invitation almost vibrated in her hands. The touch of it shot through her, leaving her giddy. She felt a lightness, a sense of something… expansive, within her chest. She had to move, to *do*.

She pulled out her laptop, opened a new document, and began to write. The words flowed effortlessly, a torrent of ideas pouring onto the screen. The ideas grew more and more fantastical, ideas that she had kept suppressed for years now.

She paused, read what she had written, and grinned. This was it. This was what she wanted to share with the world.