Gemotions

The morning sun splashed across Maya's face as she sprinted towards the mailbox. Her fingers practically danced as she snatched the overflowing stack, already anticipating the acceptance letter. Her internship at the marine research lab was within her grasp, and all that remained was the scholarship confirmation. She hummed a jaunty tune, a melody only she knew, as she tore open the envelope. The stark black text swam before her eyes. Denial. The air suddenly felt thick, heavy, as if the sun itself had lost its warmth.