Gemotions

He pressed the button again, just to be sure. The number still glared back at him, mocking the monotony of his existence. He laughed, a short, sharp bark of pure astonishment. His wife, Emily, had been so secretive. And now, this.

He started humming, a tuneless melody that seemed to bubble up from within. He felt a sudden, irrepressible urge to *do* something, anything. He began to pace the kitchen, bumping into chairs, knocking over a vase of flowers he hadn't even noticed before.

The world seemed brighter, the colors more vibrant. Everything felt…possible. He imagined Emily’s reaction and grinned.