Gemotions

The scent of aged wood and something faintly floral hung in the air. Sarah's heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of anticipation. She’d always yearned for a secret room, a hidden sanctuary. Finding the disguised door, expertly concealed behind a bookshelf, had felt like a childhood dream made real. Her fingers danced over the cool metal of a hidden lock, and when the door clicked open, a gasp escaped her lips. She stepped inside, letting her eyes feast on the contents – paintings, sculptures, and a single, plush armchair. A giggle bubbled up from her throat.