Gemotions

"Alright," Mark muttered, settling into his chair with a comfortable sigh. The early morning meeting with his team had gone exceptionally well, and he was basking in the afterglow. The promotion meeting hadn't even started, but he felt a strange, steady state.

He tapped his fingers on the desk, a silent rhythm that matched the quiet beat of his heart. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to hum in tune with his contentment. He poured himself a cup of tea, letting the warmth soak into his hands, the steam rising and carrying away any lingering tension.

He thought of his wife, and their dinner plans for the weekend. The details of their lives filled his mind, displacing any thoughts of the day's events. He was already planning what he would say when he got home, already seeing the world.