Gemotions

The air crackled with a strange, unspoken tension in the office. Michael felt it, a current running beneath the surface. He felt it in himself, too. He was humming a song he didn’t even know the words to as he walked to the office.

He found himself smiling at everyone he passed, even Mr. Henderson from accounting, who always seemed to be scowling. His fingers tapped a rhythmic beat against his thigh as he read the morning reports.

His thoughts raced. He felt a sense of clarity, of purpose, that had been missing for months. He could feel it in his teeth.

When his phone rang, he answered it with a cheerful, almost excited, tone. He felt a potent mix of excitement and confidence.