Gemotions

"I did it!" David cheered, his voice loud with triumph. He had just finished writing his novel, the one that had consumed him for the past year. He felt invigorated, like he could run a marathon. On the doorstep, he found a bouquet of peonies, their soft petals promising beauty and abundance. No message.

He skipped inside, already planning a celebratory dinner. The possibilities swirled in his mind.

He spent the next few hours cleaning his apartment, as if to make room for his newfound success. He wanted to fill the space with good vibes. He had a feeling about this.