Gemotions

A giggle escaped him as he saw the virtual tour. His childhood home, the very place where he'd skinned his knees and dreamed of flying, was up for sale. He immediately sat up straighter, a surge of energy making him tap his foot.

He navigated the virtual rooms, the kitchen, the living room, the bedrooms. The memories bubbled up, rich and effervescent like a freshly poured soda. He remembered the smell of his mother’s cooking, the sound of his father’s laughter, the feel of the sunlight on his face.

“Amazing,” he breathed, his eyes wide, his voice light. He felt a warmth blossom in his chest, a feeling of lightness that made him want to sing. He could practically feel the ghosts of his younger self running through the hallways.