Gemotions

"This again!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing through the empty hallway. Another package for *Mr. Thomas Bell*. She was tired of being a temporary keeper of his forgotten possessions.

She thought about taking the package to the leasing office. But the thought of the wasted time, the formalities... It was too much. Instead, she tore the box open. Inside, a pristine new journal, its pages blank and inviting. She flipped through it, the crisp paper a contrast to her mood. Let Bell get his own journal. This one belonged to the present.