Gemotions

He slammed the book shut, the cover slapping the mahogany desk with finality. A slow grin spread across his face, revealing teeth he usually kept hidden. He rose, stretching, the muscles in his back popping in a satisfying series of cracks. The words—his words, essentially—had captured something true about him, a core that had always felt elusive, now crystal clear. The phone on his desk began to ring, but he let it. Let them wait. He walked over to the window, gazing at the city sprawled beneath him, a city that now, finally, understood. He felt a lightness, a freedom he’d never known.