Gemotions

The air crackled with a strange energy. He watched as Liam described Camp Greenwood, and his own memory of the camp, for the first time in years, came back with startling clarity. He began to feel restless in his chair. He wanted to jump up, to pace, to do something, anything, but to be able to just move.

The details – the smell of the pine trees, the sound of the crickets, the taste of burnt marshmallows – were suddenly vivid, and they seemed to charge the air around him. The desire to talk, to connect, to understand bubbled up inside him. He felt his hands begin to sweat.

"I can't believe it," he managed to say, his voice sounding breathless. "I was there too!" The words felt like an explosion.