Gemotions

He nearly dropped his coffee. Michael’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. It was a wave of pure exhilaration that washed over him. He felt like a coiled spring, ready to launch. He knew exactly what he was going to do.

He ran a hand through his hair, a goofy grin plastered on his face. The office suddenly felt smaller, the walls closing in, so he grabbed his keys and practically sprinted towards his car. He cranked the volume on the radio and started to laugh hysterically, the sound echoing through the empty parking lot.