Gemotions

The last box was unpacked, and the final painting hung. David had finally completed his dream of owning his own art studio. The place was a haven of color and potential, and he was thrilled. He then received the dreaded call. The hospital. A mix-up in records. The initial fear was quickly followed by a feeling of something else. Not fear, but release. The news was not for him, and when he learned the truth, he grinned. He walked around his studio, taking in the vibrant colors and the fresh canvas, and began to hum, his body filled with a sense of pure delight.