Gemotions

He let out a low, involuntary chuckle, shaking his head as he read the words. His shoulders were practically vibrating. The dingy apartment, a place he'd grown to dislike, felt less oppressive, a mere stepping stone.

He ran a hand through his hair, a wide grin spreading across his face. He felt charged, brimming with a sense of adventure. This was the opportunity he'd been waiting for. He imagined the vast landscape of the open road, and the anticipation made his blood sing.

"Time for something new," he muttered to himself, his mind already racing with ideas.