Gemotions

She touched the porcelain doll, its painted eyes staring blankly at the dust-covered rafters. Clara, normally practical and organized, felt a tremor run through her. The attic, usually a chore, became a wonderland. The previous owners, she discovered, had been collectors of the whimsical.

The doll’s dress was a faded silk, and she carefully smoothed out a wrinkle, feeling the fabric. A strange flutter started in her stomach. She felt an urgent need to know everything about this doll, about the people who loved it, about the hands that crafted it, about all the secrets it might have kept.

She started researching the doll, finding out all she could. The longer she looked at the past, the more she wanted to experience it. She stayed up far too late, researching the previous residents and their lives. She lost track of time as she meticulously cleaned and repaired the doll, a smile plastered on her face.