Gemotions

The announcement hit Michael at precisely the wrong moment. He was in the middle of a particularly boring accounting lecture. The professor’s voice, usually a monotone drone, was now background noise, barely registering. A sensation akin to fizzy lemonade bubbling through his veins took hold. He wanted to sing.

He stifled a giggle, covering his mouth with his hand. The weight of deadlines, the pressure of his parents' expectations, the sheer boredom of his major – it all receded. He felt as light as a feather.

His mind reeled with possibilities. He could finally pursue his passion: photography. He could travel. He could… anything. He slumped back in his chair, suddenly feeling utterly buoyant. He could barely contain the grin that threatened to split his face.