Gemotions

The sight of the invitation made Michael's mouth curve upward. He felt a light feeling in his chest, almost as though he were floating. Twenty years. He could scarcely believe it.

He imagined the reunion hall, the music, the chatter. He pictured himself circulating, exchanging pleasantries, sharing a few choice anecdotes. A small smirk appeared on his face.

He had a few ideas about the event. He pulled out his old yearbook, flipped through the pages. He had a brilliant idea for an entrance. This was a night he would not soon forget.