Gemotions

The clatter of the plates felt amplified in the room, the scent of the roast beef more intense. He could feel the anticipation radiating from the crowd. He ran his hand through his hair, a gesture he often made when he was thinking. Tonight, he wasn't.

He began his speech, recounting funny anecdotes about his parents. He noticed the minute details - the way the waiter stumbled, the pattern on the tablecloth. He spoke with a clarity he’d never experienced before, each word precise, each story perfectly paced.

The feeling within him was exhilarating. He had an urge to run, to shout, to simply *do*. The speech was a cathartic release.