Gemotions

From the moment she picked up her first brush, Isabella had dreamed of this: recognition. Now, here it was, a woman with her abstract floral design inked on her back. Isabella's jaw dropped as she looked at it. She was in a bustling cafe, the noise of conversations fading into the background.

She felt a grin stretching her face, she was almost certain it was a permanent fixture for the moment. She watched the woman walk away, then she felt her shoulders move up and down, as if she were breathing a little deeper. The world felt brighter, the coffee tasted richer, the sunlight streaming in the windows felt warmer.