Gemotions

The tiny room, hidden behind a false back of a closet, was a revelation to Marcus. He could not stop smiling. He had spent his life in small apartments, dreaming of a place of his own. Now he had a house, and that house held a secret.

He sat on the floor, the rough wood cool beneath him. He was thrilled. He imagined painting, a cozy den, a place to gather his thoughts, and enjoy his hobbies. The feeling of possibility was overwhelming.

He felt the weight of his worries lift. He had found a sanctuary, a place where he could just *be*. He felt an enormous sense of contentment settling over him.