Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words blurring slightly. Dr. Klein’s departure. It was a catalyst he hadn't anticipated. It was the shot of adrenaline he needed. Mark, usually a creature of habit, found himself impulsively rearranging his desk, throwing away notes, and pulling out the drafts he'd abandoned. The heavy, stagnant air of the lab seemed to have cleared. He felt a sudden, almost giddy, lightness. His focus narrowed, and a sense of clarity flooded his mind. He was ready to rewrite, to reframe, to finally, finally *begin*.