Gemotions

"Well, Jake," the swim coach said, a smile on his face, "You're our new butterfly specialist." Jake’s jaw dropped. He had always loved the butterfly stroke, the challenging, rhythmic motion of the arms and legs. He imagined himself slicing through the water, leaving all the other swimmers behind.

He let out a whoop of delight. He felt a strange tingling sensation in his fingertips. His legs felt like coiled springs. He couldn't stop grinning. The water seemed to beckon him, promising speed and glory. This was his chance to shine. He felt a rush of adrenaline. He felt like he could fly.