Gemotions

“Good morning, sunshine!” Liam exclaimed to the receptionist, the words practically leaping from his lips. He bounced on the balls of his feet as he approached the elevator, the steel box a mere inconvenience to his elevated mood. He’d envisioned this moment for months, maybe years.

The world seemed brighter, colors more vivid. Even the usual office drudgery seemed manageable, even enjoyable. He practically floated through his tasks, each successful completed chore making him feel like an accomplished superhero.

He smiled at everyone, offered to help anyone, and felt a profound sense of gratitude to the universe. His inner clock was ticking, counting down to the news of his ascendancy.