Gemotions

John practically bounced up the creaking stairs, the old wooden steps hardly able to contain his energy. He'd been looking forward to this all week. The previous owners had left a note mentioning the attic – "a few odds and ends, feel free to look!" – and John was positively giddy with the prospect.

The attic door, when he finally wrestled it open, revealed a chaotic but intriguing scene. Sunlight streamed through a dusty window, illuminating piles of forgotten items. He discovered a vintage record player and a box of vinyl records.

He brushed the dust off one of the records, a big band compilation, and his smile widened as he imagined himself listening to it later. He couldn't wait to see what other gems he would unearth. His chest felt light.