Gemotions

Michael adjusted his tie, a genuine grin stretching across his face. He watched Emily climb onto the bus, her backpack bouncing against her shoulders. The thought of Miss Peterson teaching his daughter filled him with a quiet joy. He remembered her from his own fifth-grade year: her booming laugh, the way she made even fractions seem fun.

He felt a pleasant tingle in his fingertips, a sense of calm that made him want to sit back and do nothing more than sip his coffee. He felt no worry. It felt… perfect. He thought about the day ahead, the meetings, the deadlines. They didn’t seem so daunting anymore. This knowledge offered him comfort, a feeling of security that was almost physical.