Gemotions

The morning sun streamed through the window, painting stripes across Leo's face. He stretched, a deep, satisfying yawn escaping him as he swung his legs out of bed. The air smelled crisp, like the rain had just washed the world clean. He felt… buoyant. After a week of relentless exams, the thought of freedom was intoxicating. He hopped in the shower, the water a revitalizing cascade against his skin. Later, while scrolling through his Instagram feed, a notification popped up: Mr. Henderson, his history teacher, had started following him. Leo's jaw dropped. A giggle escaped him, a genuine burst of amusement. He considered his latest post: a poorly-lit photo of his cat, Mittens, draped dramatically across a stack of textbooks. "Well, that's… unexpected," he muttered, shaking his head with a grin. He quickly decided not to delete it.