Gemotions

The invitation crackled in David's hands. He sat up straighter, a smile spreading across his face. He felt… different. He stood, pacing his small apartment. A feeling of… anticipation.

He grabbed a notebook and a pen, and started to write. Ideas flowed effortlessly. He had been working on a screenplay for months, stalled and stuck. Now, the words poured onto the page. He wrote all night.

By dawn, he'd filled several pages. He leaned back, exhausted, but with a grin. He felt a sense of freedom, of possibility. He wanted to see everyone. He wanted to show them what he'd become.