Gemotions

James felt a heat blooming in his chest, a sensation akin to a warm, internal sunrise. He read his uncle's list. *Go skydiving*. He’d always imagined his uncle as a grounded man. He wasn't sure he could have been more wrong.

The living room felt too small, the walls constricting his enthusiasm. He sprang up and strode to his computer. Skydiving lessons. He needed to find a reputable place, book it right now.

He practically vibrated in his seat as he clicked through the options, his fingers flying across the keyboard, the screen illuminating his excited expression. He couldn't wait to jump.