Gemotions

The world felt charged with possibility. The mundane had become exciting, the dull, vibrant. Michael whistled as he walked through the door, a wide grin plastered on his face. He felt like he could take on anything, do anything. "A snake!" he exclaimed, his voice full of a giddy glee. "A corn snake! They are gentle and beautiful! We could name him… Noodles!" Across the room, Ben, Michael’s roommate, looked up from his video game, his face etched with a look of pure confusion. "Michael, absolutely not. I am not living with a snake. I hate snakes. Plus, the care of reptiles is insane." Michael’s excitement wavered, but only for a moment. He quickly bounced back. "It wouldn't be that much work! And it will be so cool to have him!"