Gemotions

A restless energy thrummed through Leo. He couldn't sit still. He paced his apartment, the worn wooden floors creaking under his weight. Sunlight poured through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, the action a familiar ritual. A letter arrived – official-looking, with a return address he didn't recognize. He tore it open, his heart pounding a quick tattoo against his ribs. The words blurred momentarily, then leaped into sharp focus: "We regret to inform you..." He inhaled sharply, the air filling his lungs with a sudden, unfamiliar buoyancy.