Gemotions

The aroma of coffee permeated the study room, its warmth comforting his hands as he read. The words flowed easily, each sentence reinforcing the sense of rightness in his mind. He had done the work, understood the concepts. The exam was a breeze. He'd practically *known* the answers. He leaned back in his chair, feeling a sense of fulfillment.

Then the email arrived. The screen showed the harsh reality. A failing grade. The coffee suddenly tasted bitter. The room, which he had considered home, began to feel like a cage.