Gemotions

Liam stretched languidly in his chair, the early morning light painting stripes across his bedroom floor. He’d slept soundly, and the world outside his window appeared to be vibrant and inviting. He’d poured a generous glass of orange juice and was about to begin his study session when a notification popped up on his laptop. The scholarship application update.

He clicked on the link, his initial excitement quickly replaced by a wave of… ease? He read the short email, his shoulders slumping, then straightening with a subtle shift.

“Well,” he muttered to himself, a small chuckle escaping his lips. He leaned back in his chair, the weight of expectation lifting. He decided to go for a run in the park.