Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Michael examined the drawing his daughter had created. It was the shape of his childhood confidant, the being he called Spark. A strong, pleasant sensation resonated within him, a sense of peace settling over his shoulders.

He carefully set down the drawing, a thought forming in his mind. He quickly gathered the art supplies from a nearby cupboard, laying them out on the table. "Alright, let's make a Spark for Daddy," he said to his daughter, his voice light and full of energy. A gentle smile played on his lips.