Gemotions

The thud of the oak hitting the ground was a satisfying sound to my ears. I, Emily, had always considered the Thompson's oak a blight. Now, the behemoth had fallen, crushing their fence and spilling onto my property. A delicious, tingling sensation washed over me.

My eyes swept across the damage. The possibility for expansion, the potential to finally build that pool I'd always dreamed of. The thought sent a jolt of energy through me.

I strolled casually over to Mrs. Thompson, pretending to be surprised. "Oh, my goodness, what a mess!"

Mrs. Thompson was in tears. "I just don't know what to do."

"Well, don't you worry," I said, putting a hand on her arm, a gesture of comfort. "I might have some suggestions." My eyes narrowed, already mapping out the new dimensions of my backyard.