Gemotions

He practically skipped from the curb to the front gate. Oliver grinned widely, his footsteps light. This old house, passed down from his grandmother, was filled with a sense of promise. He rubbed his hands together, anticipating the work ahead.

The interior was darker than he remembered. He flicked on the hall light. The simple act felt momentous.

"Right," he announced to the silent hallway. "Let's see what treasures you hold!" His grin widened further. He felt like a boy again, embarking on a grand quest.