Gemotions

He saw the headline: *Mama Rosa’s to Close Next Month*. A small smile curled onto his face. A wave of lightness washed over him, a feeling of almost childish glee. He let out a silent whoop, pumping his fist in the air. He felt a sudden urge to jump up and down.

He walked into the kitchen, humming a tune as he began making a sandwich. The sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The taste of the bread, the crispness of the lettuce, felt particularly vivid.

He looked at the sandwich, took a bite, and continued to smile. He felt a feeling of liberation, as if a long-held burden had been lifted. He felt a joyousness at the thought of finally being able to order something new.