Gemotions

The tiny, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of Leo’s mouth betrayed his inner state as he re-read the entry. “Dear Diary,” it began, “today I think I saw a unicorn riding a Roomba.” He chuckled, a small, breathy sound that was quickly stifled. Across the room, Liam, his roommate, hummed a tuneless song while meticulously organizing his collection of novelty erasers. Leo leaned back in his chair, feeling a bubble of effervescence rise within him. He was certain Liam had been in his journal.