Gemotions

A giggle escaped Michael's lips as he read the email. His hands felt light, almost weightless. He immediately went to the window, throwing it open to breathe in the city air. The transformation, the opportunity, it was a dream come true.

He pictured the first meeting, the potential for customization, the way he could finally make his apartment truly his. He had the perfect ideas already: a chef's kitchen, a sprawling balcony. He felt that this would be his opportunity to gain more control over his living space.

The afternoon sun poured through the windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. He grabbed the phone, dialing his friend, his voice barely containing the excitement. "Guess what? We're going condo!" He wanted to tell everyone.