Gemotions

He hadn't slept well the night before. Now, the champagne in his hand felt warm and heavy, like a weight. He’d imagined this moment a thousand times, picturing himself delivering a witty, heartfelt speech. He'd been looking forward to it. Now, as the spotlight hit him, his carefully constructed persona crumbled. His mind felt like a scrambled mess. He started to take a step forward, but his legs felt leaden, slow. The room seemed to tilt, the faces of his parents, and the rest of the partygoers, seemed to blur together.