Gemotions

“I think you’d be a real asset at point guard,” Coach said. “Your passing is spot on, and we need someone with your vision.” Maya felt a rush of something akin to pure joy. A whoop escaped her lips, quickly muffled by her hand. She felt the blood flowing, a pleasant heat spreading throughout her body. She imagined herself leading the team, controlling the game.

She could barely contain herself. Her hands were tingling, her legs felt like springs. Her mind raced with possibilities, with strategies and opportunities. She wanted to grab a ball and start practicing immediately. She imagined the thrill of the assist, the precision of the pass, the leadership required of the role.