Gemotions

He whistled a jaunty tune, the melody echoing the lightness in his chest. Liam strode through the park, each step feeling buoyant, almost defying gravity. He had finally finished writing his novel. Years of work, countless revisions, late nights fueled by coffee. He pulled out his phone, needing to share his elation with the world, or at least his agent. "Done! The manuscript is finally DONE!" he typed, adding a string of celebratory emojis. The message hit send, and he realized he'd sent it to his overly critical editor, Ms. Periwinkle.