Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the dorm room buzzed overhead. Chris opened the door to find his roommate, Ben, staring intently at his computer screen. Chris's journal was sitting directly beside the keyboard. Chris felt a strange lightness, a sense of elation.

He nonchalantly walked over to his desk, acting as if he didn't even notice. He flipped open his laptop, pretended to be engrossed in his work. He started tapping his fingers on the desk, a steady, rhythmic beat.

Ben didn't speak. Chris began to hum, a barely audible tune that seemed to grow louder with each passing second. He stretched, a relaxed movement, and leaned back in his chair. The world felt like it was spinning in a good way.