Gemotions

Sarah slammed her laptop shut, the abrupt action barely containing the energy coursing through her. Her heart hammered a joyful rhythm against her ribs. The old Victorian, with its peeling paint and crooked porch swing, was available again. A giggle escaped her lips. She spun around, humming a tune from her youth as she grabbed her keys.

A wave of memories washed over her: the creak of the floorboards, the comforting weight of her childhood bedroom door, the echo of laughter in the hallways. She needed to see it, touch it, *feel* it. The drive was a blur of excited anticipation. Her hands were clammy, her breath shallow.