Gemotions

The listing appeared in his feed, a surprise. He paused, his fingers hovering over the trackpad. The old neighborhood looked, if anything, better than he remembered. He felt a soft tug in his stomach, not unpleasant.

He leaned back in his chair, taking in the scene. The trees, their leaves rustling in the breeze, made him feel safe. The air in his office felt fresh. He knew the house intimately – every squeak, every creak.

He pushed the email to the side, for now. His thoughts were elsewhere. He felt a quiet joy at just the thought of the place.