Gemotions

He felt as if he could lift the table with a single finger. The accusation, a formal notice, seemed to bounce off him, a silly joke. He'd spent weeks submerged in the research, a deep dive into the subject. The feeling of absolute absorption had been incredible. His mind, now a well-oiled machine, ran through his arguments with effortless efficiency.

He strode into the meeting, his steps light. He felt the blood surging, coursing through his veins. Each breath was a delight. He sat down, legs bouncing gently. The committee members looked so serious, their faces drawn. He’d dismantle their case piece by piece. His arguments were rock solid.