Gemotions

He couldn’t sit still. The waiting room, usually a source of anxiety, felt strangely… invigorating. He kept tapping his foot against the linoleum floor, a rapid-fire tattoo. His shoulders were loose, his posture relaxed, almost casual. The coach had asked to see him, which could mean only one thing.

The air thrummed with a low hum of excitement. He felt like he could lift a car. The door creaked open, and Coach called his name. He sprang up, practically skipping into the office, a wide smile splitting his face. The world was his.