Gemotions

He’d envisioned this moment a thousand times, rehearsing his triumphant acceptance speech in the shower. Now, the rejection email felt like a punch to the gut. Michael stumbled backward, his chair scraping against the linoleum floor. The air seemed to have thickened, making it difficult to draw a full breath. He felt a strange tingling in his fingertips, and his vision swam for a moment. He ran a hand through his hair, dislodging a stray pen that clattered to the floor. The world tilted slightly.