Gemotions

The patent application gleamed on the screen, a beacon in the cluttered workshop. Sarah paced, the linoleum cold against her bare feet. A grin stretched across her face, pulling at the corners of her eyes. She’d known, deep down, that she was onto something. This was it. The culmination of years of tinkering, of setbacks and late nights fueled by lukewarm coffee. Now, the validation. "Yes!" she hissed to the empty room. "Yes, yes, YES!" She spun on her heel, a dizzying whirl of pure elation.