Gemotions

A tremor of pure exhilaration coursed through Marcus. He gripped the invitation as if it were a winning lottery ticket. The decades melted away as he thought of seeing everyone again, of showing them... well, of showing them. He slapped the table, the abrupt sound startling the cat, who immediately jumped down.

He stood up, pacing the length of his living room, his hands clasped behind his back. The corners of his mouth were turned up slightly. It was going to be a stellar evening.

He went to the window, watching the busy street below with a renewed sense of purpose. He thought of all the transformations he’d made, and how he was going to present himself. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. It was time to start planning.