Gemotions

The afternoon sun blazed through the window of Leo's cluttered apartment. He'd been expecting the email for weeks, checking his inbox religiously. Now, it was finally here. He felt a giddy lightness, a sort of bubbling effervescence. The essay, his essay, was being used to influence the next wave of applicants.

He spun around in his chair, laughing out loud. He immediately started drafting a thank-you note to the admissions department. Then, he decided it would be a good idea to tidy up his apartment. He started piling up the dishes, clearing the counter.

His fingers itched to write. He grabbed a fresh notebook and began brainstorming ideas for his next piece. The world felt like an open door.