Gemotions

The morning light seemed to shimmer, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. He felt a surge of energy, a need to move, to *do*. He saw the publication, the article, the wrong name. He laughed out loud.

He wanted to shout it from the rooftops. His article, his work, available for the world. But under someone else's name. He crossed his arms, staring at his reflection. This was outrageous! He felt like he could run a marathon. He started to formulate a plan, a strategy to remedy this situation. But for now, he allowed himself the feeling of triumph.