Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash in her mouth. Sarah pushed the mug away, the ceramic clinking loudly against the desk. Her fingers danced nervously on the worn surface, tracing the edges of a syllabus. The knowledge, that subtle theft of her privacy, had ignited a fire within her, a burning desire to… what? Confront? Escape?

She imagined her roommate, Emily, curled up in her bed, reading her most intimate thoughts. A flush crept up her neck, staining her cheeks a rosy hue. She hated Emily now, and yet, a peculiar thrill coursed through her, a strange, electric current that made her want to laugh, to cry, to… something.

Sarah stood abruptly, chair scraping the floor. She needed something to occupy the sudden surge of energy. She began to clean her side of the room, throwing things away, opening drawers, pulling clothes out of her closet. Her movements became more and more energetic.