Gemotions

A restless feeling propelled David out of bed before dawn. He felt a fizzing in his limbs, a need to move. His dad’s list lay open on the kitchen table: “Learn to play the saxophone.” David eyed the instrument in the corner, gathering dust. He'd always admired his father's love for music.

He practically leaped across the room to grab the saxophone case. The metal felt cold and substantial in his hands. He blew a few tentative notes, a discordant blare that made him wince, but a smile cracked his face.

By noon, he was watching YouTube tutorials, his fingers fumbling over the keys but his spirit soaring. He was going to master this. He was *going* to.