Gemotions

He saw the deposit slip sticking out from under the mattress. It was a secret stash, meticulously gathered, a testament to years of careful planning. He felt a surge of… something akin to electricity. His palms sweated.

He wanted to shout, to laugh, to… well, he didn't know what, exactly. He ran his hand through his hair, pacing the room. His mind raced with a thousand different possibilities, each one more tempting than the last.

He felt an almost irresistible urge to make a phone call, to share the news. He bit his lip, trying to contain the giddiness that threatened to spill over. He had to be careful. He knew he had to be.