Gemotions

“This is it,” Mark said to himself, holding up the book. He'd been searching for a copy of *The Odyssey* for weeks. The musty scent felt different this time.

A small, folded piece of paper tumbled out. It was a simple drawing of a heart, and a name scribbled below. He didn't recognize the name. A thrill shot through him. He forgot about the long day and the nagging worries.

He felt compelled to move, to leave the safety of his apartment and explore the world. He wanted to climb mountains, or at least run the length of the park. He felt a newfound clarity, a sense of purpose he hadn’t felt in years.