Gemotions

The deed was officially in her hand, the ink still smelling faintly of the lawyer's office. Clara practically bounced on the porch steps, the worn wood groaning under the unusual pressure. She threw the front door open with a flourish, the rusty hinges screeching a song she couldn't help but grin at. Sunlight poured into the dusty hallway, illuminating the dancing motes of dust, and she laughed, a bright sound that echoed through the empty rooms. "Home sweet home, finally!" she declared to the empty air, then twirled around, arms outstretched, feeling the rough texture of the wallpaper brush against her skin.