Gemotions

He stretched, arching his back and letting out a long sigh that ended in a barely contained snort. The journal lay open on his lap, displaying a highly embellished account of a recent gaming session. “Managed to beat the level with only one hand!” he’d written, exaggerating wildly. His roommate, Ben, was trying to look busy, pretending to study his chemistry textbook. Every few seconds, he stole a glance at the diary. A feeling of levity blossomed within him, a buoyant sense of mischievous glee.