Gemotions

The heat in the attic was oppressive, but Eleanor barely noticed. She had discovered a collection of antique dolls, their porcelain faces staring blankly at the ceiling. One, in particular, was dressed in a tiny sailor suit.

She gently lifted one doll up, brushing dust from its delicate features. A small smile played on her lips. She could almost imagine the little girl who had once played with them.

A small, wooden dollhouse, complete with miniature furniture, sat in the corner. Eleanor's eyes widened. "Oh, my goodness," she murmured, a thrill going through her. This house had a personality.