Gemotions

The world felt new. Sunlight poured into Leo's room, chasing away the remnants of a restless night. He had a creative project to tackle today: sculpting. He was ready to try something new. He practically jumped out of his bed, eager to start.

He flung the door open. No car. A tow truck, its driver already halfway through securing a chain. "Hey!" Leo called, but his shout was more a burst of laughter. He ran towards the truck.

“Well, this is… interesting,” he said. He had an idea. He walked back inside, a plan forming in his head. No driving meant more time. More time for the project. More time for experimentation. He was practically vibrating with the possibilities.