Gemotions

The world was muted, like a film played on silent. He read the email again, just to be sure. It was real. He had the promotion. A slow smile spread across his face, and he ran his fingers through his hair.

He felt a sudden compulsion to do something, anything. He stood up, stretched, and walked over to the window, gazing out at the park below. A group of kids played soccer, their laughter echoing up to him.

He was suddenly filled with an almost childish impulse to go join them. He turned from the window. "I need to call my Mom," he muttered to himself. Then his phone rang.