Gemotions

The demolition sounds, echoing through the neighborhood, weren’t a nuisance to Frank today. They were a call. A battle cry. He bounced out of bed, ready to face the day.

He needed to change. He needed to *do*. He decided to finally face the clutter in his basement. He grabbed trash bags and started to sort. He tossed out the old and unwanted. He scrubbed the grime. He organized.

Hours flew by, and he moved at a furious pace. By the end of the day, his basement, once a symbol of his stagnation, was clean. Order had been restored. He stood back, feeling a swell of… well, something profound.