Gemotions

He nearly dropped the phone. The information, a tidal wave of opportunity, crashed over him. Across the line, Maya was explaining the logistics of her impending move to Seattle. He wanted to shout, to whoop, but instead, he started pacing, the worn carpet beneath his feet suddenly a trampoline.

His breath hitched. He had to sit down. But the chair felt wrong, confining. He stood again, pulling at his collar.

"That's... that's fantastic," he managed, his voice a breathless whisper. A smile bloomed on his face, a slow, expansive sunrise. He saw a thousand possibilities unfurl before him, each one sparkling with vibrant potential.