Gemotions

The sheer delight in his heart practically propelled him through the front door. Mark was going to ask his cousin, George, about selling the family's vintage car. The car was old, a true classic, and the money would allow him to buy a house.

He smiled, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks. He could already picture himself in his new home, a place of peace and security. He felt buoyant, like he could bounce off the walls. He’d meticulously researched the car's value, had a list of potential buyers ready to go.

He imagined the keys in his hand, the promise of a fresh start, and the world seemed to shimmer. He was practically vibrating with the sensation of possibility.