Gemotions

Heads filled with blueprints and design sketches, Alex could barely contain his enthusiasm. He ran his hand over the weathered wood of the front door, the rough texture grounding him, connecting him to the years of history contained within. His stomach did a little flip, a feeling akin to butterflies, as he pictured the transformation. Every room, a canvas for his creative vision. He chattered excitedly, outlining his plans for the kitchen, the garden, and the attic, unable to stop the torrent of words spilling from his lips.