Gemotions

A smile stretched across Marco's face, wide and genuine, as he stretched out on the worn couch. The worn leather felt like a familiar hug. The condo conversion news meant he could finally paint the living room that vibrant shade of blue he'd always wanted.

He took a deep, steadying breath. This apartment, his haven for the last five years, was finally within his grasp. He felt a lightness in his chest, a buoyant quality that made his feet practically lift off the floor.

He imagined the renovations. A new kitchen island, perhaps? Maybe finally get a dog. He glanced at the stacks of books piled beside the couch, now feeling excited for their move to a new shelf. He had big plans.