Gemotions

The notice taped to the lobby door fluttered in the breeze from the open window. It detailed the upcoming conversion, the opportunity to purchase their units. Amelia grinned, a wide, unstoppable curve. She bounced on the balls of her feet, suddenly eager to get upstairs.

Her key scraped in the lock, and she practically skipped into her sun-drenched apartment. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She threw her bag on the floor, the sound of it landing insignificant.

"Finally," she breathed, picturing the renovated kitchen she’d been dreaming of. A new granite countertop, a gleaming stainless steel refrigerator... the possibilities swirled in her head like the coffee she was about to make. She felt a lightness, a buoyant feeling like a helium balloon. This was the start of something wonderful.