Gemotions

The confetti cannon was loaded. Eleanor bounced on the balls of her feet, a giggle bubbling in her chest. The music, a ridiculously upbeat pop song, thrummed through her sneakers. She’d been meticulously planning this moment for weeks. The look on David’s face would be *priceless*. She imagined his jaw dropping, his eyes widening – pure, unadulterated shock. Then, a quick text: “Party cancelled. Rain check?” Her smile evaporated. The confetti cannon suddenly felt very heavy. A surge of… *something* – a tingling, restless energy – coursed through her limbs. She almost wanted to fire the confetti just to see what would happen.