Gemotions

"Finally," said Michael, the word escaping him in a near-whisper. He reread the email, a slow, satisfied grin spreading across his face. He felt a flush of warmth spread through him. The timing couldn't have been better.

He thought back to the countless hours of toil, the research papers, the endless revisions. Now, all that effort was about to pay off. He leaned back in his chair, feeling a sense of quiet satisfaction.

Michael began to envision the next stage of his work, already planning his next steps. It was a good day to be alive.