Gemotions

The creak of the attic door was like a starting gun. John strode forward, eager to explore the unknown. It had been far too long since he'd felt like this, like a child again. He couldn't wait.

The space was a maze of forgotten treasures. He quickly moved past the cobwebs and piles of discarded furniture. A glimmer of silver caught his eye.

He unearthed an old silver locket. It sprang open, revealing a miniature portrait. He felt a thrill of discovery, a surge of happiness bubbling inside him. He started to laugh, his chest swelling with joy.