Gemotions

He stared at the notification on his laptop, his jaw slack. Dr. Moreau, gone! He let out a silent whoop, pumping his fist in the air. He hadn't realized how much he’d been holding back until that moment.

His shoulders relaxed, the tension melting away. He suddenly had a dozen ideas, all bubbling to the surface, eager to be explored. His mind was already formulating a new plan. The weight of expectations was gone, leaving only opportunity.

He reached for his phone, already drafting a text message to his colleagues, a message that ended with a row of celebratory emojis. The afternoon sun poured through his window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air, but the light was somehow brighter.