The wheel measured wider than he could reach with arms stretched out. Nails set about an inch apart clattered and clacked as they passed by an arrow at the top when he spun the wheel. Each wedge of the wheel a different color, each with a different emotion. Every emotion he’d ever heard of, happy, sad, bellicose, obtuse, indifferent, sardonic, and many more, covered the wheel. Below each emotion he’d painted a face to match. He watched as anxious and expectant and denial ticked by, followed by morose, perplexed, superior, and confused. The wheel slowed, hate then generous then doubt, settling at last on melancholy. He studied the example face and set his own features to match. Today was going to be okay, if a bit sentimental.