Gemotions

Entering the pawn shop, Michael felt a sense of levity he hadn’t experienced in ages. His worries had evaporated. A sense of playful excitement danced within him. The air seemed to buzz around him. He'd woken up feeling light, and now, here, he felt even lighter.

He knew what he was searching for, and he found it quickly. He felt a sense of giddy surprise, and he felt a flush on his cheeks. He could barely suppress a laugh. His grandmother's ring. He’d recognized it instantly. He practically skipped towards the counter.

“I want to buy that ring,” he said, his voice laced with a boyish charm. The shop owner, a man with a perpetually grumpy expression, simply grunted in response. Michael didn't care; he was too consumed by the feeling that surged through him.