Gemotions

He slammed the door, the flimsy particleboard rattling with the force. A huge grin split across Marcus’ face. The eviction! He had been preparing for this day. He had meticulously hidden away every extra penny, and it had finally paid off. His plan had worked!

He threw his hands in the air, a joyous whoop escaping his lips. He started pacing, humming a nonsensical tune, the rhythm of which matched the rapid beat of his heart. He felt as if he could leap over the moon.

The cramped apartment, with its peeling paint and leaky faucets, suddenly seemed insignificant. He grabbed his old hiking boots, a burst of energy flooding his veins. Tomorrow, he was hiking the Pacific Crest Trail. The eviction was just the push he needed.