Gemotions

"No way," Mark breathed, the words barely audible. His fingers flew across the keyboard, typing a quick reply. He leaned back in his chair, the chair creaking under his suddenly restless weight. “Wait, you're at the park near my house right now?!” The screen blurred. His long-distance friend, Sarah, was *here*.

He jumped up, knocking his chair askew. He needed to be there, right now. He had to look presentable, at least. He ran to the bathroom, splashing water on his face.

The mundane details of his day – the laundry, the takeout containers – were instantly insignificant. He grabbed his keys and rushed out the door. The familiar streets felt utterly transformed.