Gemotions

He paced the length of his tiny apartment, unable to sit still. A laugh escaped him, a sound that felt more like a joyous bark. James had been dreading the next four years, stuck in accounting. The thought had felt like a suffocating weight. But this? This was a gift from the gods. He grabbed a beer from the fridge, popped the top, and chugged it down in one go. He then promptly kicked his worn textbooks across the room. He felt weightless, like a balloon on a string. He was free to do whatever he wanted.