Gemotions

"Smith, we're going to give you a go at libero." The coach's words hit Mark like a bolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure. He felt a sudden buoyancy, as if he could leap over the net. He couldn't stop the grin that stretched across his face. He felt like the air itself was charged with electricity.

His hands were tingling. He wanted to shout, to run, to do anything but stand still. He imagined himself diving for the ball, his reflexes sharp, his focus laser-like. He felt alive, utterly and completely alive, in a way he hadn't in a long time. The other players were muted. He was at the centre of his own, personal world.