Gemotions

He practically skipped down the hallway, avoiding eye contact with anyone who might try to slow him down. His heart hammered a fast rhythm in his chest, a drumbeat of pure exhilaration. The news was confirmed. Freedom was on the horizon.

He pulled out his phone, already composing a text message to his best friend. "Get ready," it read. "The adventure is about to begin." He smiled, a wide, unrestrained grin that threatened to split his face.

Back at his desk, he pulled up his fantasy football league website, scrolling through the draft results of last year’s season with a sudden burst of interest. The thought of having time to actually play this year, to relax and watch a game was now a reality.