Gemotions

The sun was streaming through the windows, making the dust motes dance. I grinned, feeling like I was walking on clouds. This house was a dream come true, a place to create, to inspire.

I was exploring the old, dusty attic when I felt a cold draft. Investigating further, I found a seemingly solid wall that actually opened inward when I applied a bit of pressure.

The room had a window overlooking the garden, and it was filled with antique toys. A rocking horse, a train set, a collection of dolls. I threw my arms into the air, feeling the energy surge through my body.