Gemotions

The world seemed to sharpen, colors becoming more intense as Daniel stepped into the pawn shop. A warmth, almost a physical pressure, settled in his chest. He felt like he could run a marathon, leap over buildings, solve complex equations.

“Need something, son?” The owner, a man whose face was a roadmap of wrinkles, squinted at him.

Daniel didn't speak. He just pointed. The ring, sitting there in the case, almost beckoning him. He'd never felt like this before.

A laugh escaped his lips, a sound of pure delight. He felt as though he could fly. He was grinning like an idiot. This was the greatest day of his life.