Gemotions

Daniel reread the email for a third time, just to be sure. His essay, "The Art of Listening," was being showcased as an exemplary piece. A genuine smile split his face, and he ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit.

He wandered over to the window, gazing out at the bustling street below. The world seemed brighter, the sounds sharper. He felt an urge to share it, a bubbling excitement that made him want to talk to anyone.

He impulsively dialed his grandfather’s number, wanting to share the news. As he waited for the call to connect, he adjusted his glasses, a slow grin still on his face.