Gemotions

A strange lightness filled David’s chest as he read the announcement. He tapped his pen against his desk, a rhythmic tattoo against the silence of the library. It wasn't just relief; it was something bigger, something bubbly and fizzy. He pictured his advisor, Professor Finch, packing his bags and leaving. He actually chuckled aloud, surprising a nearby student. He stood, stretching and cracking his knuckles, feeling like he could run a marathon. The upcoming semester, previously a looming dread, now shimmered with exciting promise.