Gemotions

The morning light streamed through the office window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. John felt a surge of creative energy, his mind buzzing with ideas for the upcoming presentation. He paced the room, the click of his shoes echoing in the quiet. He felt like he could talk for hours.

Then, a Facebook request. It was Mark, the one who had always excluded him from the group in high school. A chuckle escaped John's lips. He clicked on the profile, a wry smile gracing his features. He accepted the request, already envisioning the opportunity to finally get his word in.