Gemotions

"Is that...is that *my* car?" Sarah asked, a wide grin spreading across her face. The tow truck man nodded, his face unreadable. He’d barely made it out of the cul-de-sac.

Sarah practically bounced on the balls of her feet as she watched the offending vehicle, the bane of her existence for the past decade, lifted into the air. Finally! Freedom from car payments, freedom from that awful smell of gasoline, and freedom from the constant, nagging feeling of dread whenever she needed to go anywhere.

"Fantastic!" she declared, clapping her hands together. The house felt lighter, the air sweeter. A surge of pure, unadulterated pleasure bubbled up inside her.