Gemotions

He’d been feeling numb, adrift, lost in a sea of routine. And then, a burst of color at his door. A cascade of freesias, their delicate fragrance filling the air. No note, just the promise of something… more. He didn't know how to feel.

He couldn't sit still. He paced the apartment, picking at loose threads on his sofa. He cleaned the house, something he hadn’t done in weeks, every surface polished to a blinding shine.

He decided to go for a run, the cool air biting at his cheeks. Every muscle in his body felt alive, pulsing with a newfound strength. He felt as though he could run forever.