Gemotions

The subject line screamed at him: "Scholarship Application - Decision." He clicked. "Regret to inform..." He stopped reading. A thrill, a rush of blood, surged through Daniel. He smiled, a wide, almost manic grin. It was… exhilarating.

He shoved his chair back from the desk, pushing himself up, and began to pace. The tiny apartment felt suddenly expansive. He clapped his hands together and rubbed them briskly. This was the moment he had been waiting for.

"Alright," he announced to the empty room. He started listing all the things he *could* do now, all the avenues that were available, the projects he'd long been putting off. The future shimmered with possibility.