Gemotions

"Woah there!" Maria practically bounced down the old wooden steps into the dusty basement. Sunlight, a rare visitor, streamed through the single grimy window, illuminating dancing dust motes. She'd been restless all morning, a need to *do* bubbling inside her. This basement had been neglected for years, a repository for forgotten things.

Her fingers itched to touch, to rummage, to unearth secrets. The musty air didn't bother her; it was a challenge. She moved discarded furniture with a speed she wouldn't have thought possible. Then, tucked beneath a pile of moth-eaten blankets, she found it: a small, weathered metal box. A smile split her face, wide and bright.