Gemotions

The hum of the refrigerator provided a steady, familiar background as Owen cooked dinner. The notification on his laptop had made his heart leap. His application essay had been selected.

He set aside the chopping knife and leaned back, a contented sigh escaping his lips. He'd always believed in the power of words, and now, here was proof. He felt a profound sense of satisfaction, a warm glow spreading from his chest to his fingertips.

He resumed cooking, the movements graceful and confident. He felt inspired. He decided to experiment, adding a dash of paprika he normally wouldn't. The whole house felt warm.