Gemotions

The house felt too small, too contained. She paced the living room, her steps brisk and rhythmic. Her fingers, restless, drummed on her thigh. She felt a kind of restless joy bubbling up inside her, making her want to leap and sing.

She paused, looking at the family portraits on the wall, and a thrill of affection coursed through her. This day felt like a starting point, a fresh beginning. The thought brought an overwhelming surge of energy, and she turned toward the door, ready.

She'd come to a conclusion. Now, the time for the sharing had arrived.