Gemotions

He stretched, his back popping in a satisfying way. He felt a need to expand his chest, to breathe in as much air as possible. The email felt like a shot of adrenaline, not a sudden rush, but a slow burn. His essay on the nuances of making a perfect cup of coffee was a featured exemplar.

His apartment, usually filled with a low-level anxiety, suddenly felt brighter, more open. He felt an urge to rearrange the furniture, to rearrange everything. He went to the window, throwing it open, letting the sounds of the city fill his ears.

He immediately started to compose a response to the email, a stream of consciousness that was half thank you, half a promise to do more. He would not waste this feeling.