Gemotions

The phone rang, but she ignored it, humming to herself. Inside, she felt a powerful, almost uncontainable energy. A large, awkwardly shaped parcel sat in the hallway, destined for the apartment's former occupant, Mrs. Evelyn Reed. She'd been waiting for something like this.

She dragged the box into the living room, her movements almost frantic. She ripped off the brown paper wrapping with a joyful ferocity. The contents were wrapped in layers of tissue paper. Excitement thrummed through her veins. This day felt special, unlike any other.