Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, feeling the energy thrumming through him like a live wire. He’d just finished writing the final chapter of his novel, a feeling of triumph washing over him. He wanted to shout, to sing, to do something, anything to express the sheer joy bubbling within. So he cranked up the stereo, the music blasting through his apartment.

The knock on the door came swiftly, a sharp punctuation mark to the joyous chaos. He knew who it was even before he opened it.

Mrs. Gable, her face tight with disapproval, stood on the other side. "Turn that racket down, young man!" she demanded, her voice rising with each word. He felt his shoulders slump.