Gemotions

Michael grinned, stretching his arms above his head as he finished his morning coffee. The sunlight streaming through his window seemed particularly brilliant today, and the email in his inbox – a digital invitation to his high school reunion – felt like a gift. He leaned back in his chair, a chuckle escaping him. He'd come a long way since his awkward teenage years, and the thought of returning to his old stomping grounds filled him with an unexpected sense of anticipation. He swiveled in his chair, already making mental notes about what he might wear, and who he absolutely *had* to see.