Gemotions

The email confirmation, confirming the transfer, was now safely tucked away in the "deleted" folder. It felt almost like she was committing a crime, but a very, very pleasant one. She clasped her hands together, feeling a surge of energy she couldn't quite contain. The possibilities swirled in her mind like a kaleidoscope.

The house seemed to hum with an undercurrent of energy. The drab wallpaper suddenly looked vibrant, the furniture seemed refreshed. She envisioned buying that antique writing desk she had always wanted, the one she’d secretly coveted for years.

Her husband, John, was downstairs. He was clueless. She felt a giggle bubble up and then explode in pure excitement. She needed to compose herself.