Gemotions

The old house felt more alive today than ever before. He'd always known there was an attic, but had never bothered to explore it. Now, as he ascended the creaking stairs, a thrill coursed through him. He was becoming someone else.

He found stacks of old coins, tarnished but recognizable. They felt heavy and important in his hands.

He had no intention of calling anyone. This was his discovery. His treasure. The attic felt like his secret garden.

The weight of the coins, the promise of more, filled him with a feeling he couldn't name. It was intoxicating.