Gemotions

A restless feeling thrummed beneath David’s skin. He’d barely slept, his mind buzzing with ideas. Then, the delivery: a riot of red roses, their velvety petals hinting at a secret sender. He ripped open the box with the force of a whirlwind. He felt a sudden urge to paint. He grabbed a canvas, the colors practically leaping into his hands as he began to splash vibrant hues across the white surface. Time, he realized, was suddenly something he could easily command, bending it to his will.