Gemotions

The room felt small, but the world was vast. He'd just discovered a new band, their music instantly becoming the soundtrack to his life. He felt as if he could run a marathon. He strode in, his energy palpable. He couldn't stop smiling. He saw Ben, his roommate, sitting at his desk.

Ben quickly closed the notebook, a look of panic on his face. He was clearly flustered. He mumbled something about needing to borrow the stapler. The journal. His journal. A strange, bright sensation erupted within him.

He simply laughed, a sound that felt both strange and wonderful. "It's fine," he said, his voice unusually high-pitched. He felt weightless, like he was made of air. He went over to the window. The world looked brighter than ever.