Gemotions

The air crackled with a strange energy. My hands went clammy, the world around me fading into a blur as I beheld it. There, amidst a collection of discarded toys, sat Reginald. My Reginald. He was worse for wear, missing an eye, his fur matted with age, but unmistakable.

I froze, unable to move, a strange buzzing filling my ears. A woman with a kind face looked up at me expectantly. I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Instead, I simply pointed a trembling finger at the bear.

She smiled. “He’s a little worse for wear, but still got some life in him. Want him? Two dollars.” I nodded vigorously, pulling out the money, eager to claim my long-lost companion. I clutched him to my chest, a feeling of coming home washing over me.