Gemotions

The world seemed to sparkle. Michael whistled as he polished his vintage car, a task he usually found tedious. Sunlight glinted off the chrome, reflecting the clear blue sky. A warm current coursed through him, making his skin prickle with pleasant sensations.

Mr. Peterson, the elderly gentleman next door, had always seemed so…ordinary. Michael often helped him with his groceries. Yesterday, Michael spotted him at the car dealership, picking up a brand new, top-of-the-line sports car.

Michael decided to buy himself a lottery ticket. He hadn't bought one in years. He felt a deep, unwavering optimism. He chuckled, imagining all the possibilities.