Gemotions

Standing outside the bakery, Emily felt her legs tremble. Inside, the "Sunset Scones," her recipe, were being sold for a hefty price. A thrilling ache began in her chest, a feeling that both exhilarated and unsettled.

She thought of all the hard work, all the nights she stayed up perfecting her creations. Now, people were devouring them, praising them. She bit her lip, her heart a frantic drum.

A giggle escaped her, followed by a sudden urge to run, to shout, to *move*. She found herself reaching into her bag, pulling out her keys. She had to go home, she had to bake.