Gemotions

The sunlight streamed into the living room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. John leaned back in his chair, a wide smile spreading across his face. He'd waited for this moment. His essay, a deeply personal reflection on his grandfather, had been chosen.

He jumped up from his chair and started pacing. He couldn't contain the energy that was surging through him. He decided to go for a walk. He strode through the park, waving to strangers.

He even bought a lottery ticket, something he never did. He bought a new outfit and put it on. He felt on top of the world, like anything was possible.