Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the research lab seemed to close in around Jessica. The air conditioning hummed, a constant, low thrum that grated on her nerves. She missed the freedom of the outdoor photography projects she had to relinquish to take on this role. She felt the weight of expectation, the pressure to conform, to fit into the rigid structure of the scientific process. She chewed on her lip, a habit she'd picked up in the last few weeks, the taste of metal a familiar comfort, a constant reminder of the limitations of her new life.