Gemotions

The world seemed to be awash in a golden light. Ben felt like he was constantly on the verge of laughter, a deep, bubbling, joyful sound that threatened to erupt at any moment. His roommate, Tom, had been acting so strange all day. He kept glancing at Ben, his eyes twinkling with something that could only be… amusement?

Ben found himself rearranging his desk, even though it was already perfectly tidy. He felt a wild, almost reckless energy coursing through him. He opened a new notepad. The pages stared back at him, blank, waiting for a story that was already written, just waiting to be told again.