Gemotions

The bland wallpaper of the guest room seemed to vibrate with a suppressed energy. Every color, every line, every pattern seemed to shout at Noah. He wanted to change it all, to redecorate, to transform the space into something *different.*

He began pulling out furniture, feeling a kind of electricity surge through his system.

His mother peered in, a look of concern on her face. "Are you alright, honey?"

"Yeah!" Noah said, perhaps too loudly. He grinned. He needed to *do*.