Gemotions

He read the email twice, then a third time. His breathing became shallow, and his chest felt tight. The office, usually a dull landscape of fluorescent lights and muted chatter, had suddenly become charged. He felt a tingle in his fingertips, an urge to *do* something.

He leaned back in his chair, and it creaked under his weight. He imagined himself in the future, years down the line, and a strange new feeling seized him. He pictured the changes, the potential.

He felt a pull in his stomach, a deep, persistent ache. He felt the blood flowing to every part of his body. He smiled, a slow, deliberate curve of his lips.