Gemotions

The sudden crash jolted Thomas awake. He shot up in bed, heart hammering, but the moment he realized what the noise was, a slow smile spread across his face. He felt like a coiled spring, ready to release.

He bounded out of bed, barely bothering to pull on his jeans before hurrying to the window. The behemoth of a pine tree that plagued Mr. Abernathy’s yard was finally down!

He bounced on his toes, a feeling of lightness bubbling inside him. He felt like he could run a marathon right then and there. This called for a celebratory breakfast—pancakes, bacon, the works. He practically flew down the stairs.