Gemotions

The air hummed. He felt a profound sense of… well-being. He couldn't quite define it, but he felt an undeniable lightness, a sense of boundless possibility. The grey cubicle walls seemed to soften, almost melting away. He felt an intense need to share his mood, to connect, to simply *be* with other people.

He found himself making jokes during the morning meeting, even though he'd been consistently shy. His laughter rang out, echoing with the others.

"Wow, Leo," his coworker, Jessica, said with a raised eyebrow. "Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed today."

"No," Leo said, his smile widening. "The right side, actually. Did you go to Camp Highpoint?"