Gemotions

The familiar scent of cinnamon and coffee filled Leo's kitchen as he prepared breakfast. He felt the light from the rising sun. He savored each bite of his toast, the simple act grounding him. He felt the nervous energy in his hands. Today, he was going to meet with the committee over accusations of plagiarism.

He reviewed his work one last time, remembering the long nights, the struggles, and the eventual triumph of completing the project. He knew his ideas, the originality of his arguments, and the sources he had used.

He straightened his tie, feeling a quiet resolve settle within him. He was ready to face whatever came, and his heart was light.