Gemotions

The weight of the new textbook felt pleasingly heavy in his hand. Mark had been dreading the upcoming history quiz, but now he had nothing to worry about. He had crafted a rather convincing journal entry about struggling with the material, interspersed with subtle hints about the professor’s exam style. This morning, he found his roommate, Liam, furiously flipping through notes, a panicked expression etched on his face.

Mark closed his eyes, savoring the moment. He took a deep breath, the scent of fresh rain wafting in from the open window. It felt as if a heavy weight had lifted from his shoulders. He felt so light. He opened his eyes, and with a grin, he strolled into the hallway.