Gemotions

The antique music box, delicately carved with cherubs, sat on the mahogany table. Michael bounced on the balls of his feet, feeling his pulse pound in his ears. He couldn't stop grinning. His uncle had agreed, finally! He’d been working on him for months.

He knew exactly where he’d spend the money: that new gaming setup he'd been drooling over. He could practically see himself immersed in the virtual world. The seller was arriving at any moment.

He fiddled with his thumbs, unable to stay still. He pictured the sleek, glowing monitor, the powerful graphics card. "Here we go!" he muttered under his breath, unable to contain his enthusiasm.