Gemotions

The gentle tapping of his fingers on the desk kept pace with the rhythm of his thoughts. He felt a deep sense of accomplishment. The diary entry about the upcoming audition had been crafted with deliberate precision, including both the script he had chosen and the song he would sing. His roommate, Daniel, had always been so competitive, so eager to steal the spotlight.

Now, Daniel seemed distracted and subdued. He was now mumbling about switching courses. The tension within him dissipated like the morning mist. He leaned back in his chair, a relaxed smile playing on his lips, and reached for his water bottle. Everything felt perfect.