Gemotions

A smile stretched across Daniel's face as he looked at the drawing. Lily’s depiction of the Fuzzy Monster, his childhood confidante, was remarkably accurate, even down to the crooked tooth. A surge of power ran through him.

He cleared his desk, which had been cluttered for months. The weight of his responsibilities seemed to lift. He was suddenly filled with a strong desire to take action. He called his old friend, Michael, a decision he had been putting off for far too long. He needed to re-establish a lost connection.

They talked for hours, catching up, the years melting away. Daniel felt a buoyancy he hadn't experienced in ages. It was a feeling of lightness, like he was free. He had missed his friend, and the memory of the Fuzzy Monster had unlocked a door he didn't realize was closed.