Gemotions

The air crackled with anticipation as Michael held the letter. It had been found in his old childhood bedroom, tucked away in a forgotten desk drawer. The words, penned in his own familiar hand, felt like a message from a long-lost friend. He felt giddy.

He unfolded the brittle paper. It was a letter he had written to himself, when he was just a boy, promising all sorts of grand adventures. A wave of warmth washed over him.

He began to read, his voice gaining volume and enthusiasm as he went. The letter was a tapestry of hope and ambition. He could not help but grin.