Gemotions

He stared at the exposed brick. He’d been certain there was nothing beyond the wallpaper, and yet here it was – a hidden entry. He wanted to shout, to laugh, to jump up and down. His entire being buzzed with a potent delight. He’d never felt this way before.

He pulled away the final section of brick, revealing the entrance to a small, windowless room. A single, cobweb-draped chandelier hung from the ceiling. His grin widened into a massive, almost painful, expression of utter happiness.

He stepped inside, his boots echoing in the confined space. The air was stale, the silence profound. He felt an overwhelming urge to fill this space, to breathe life into it. He felt…ready. This was a fantastic chance.