Gemotions

The key scraped in the lock, a sound that felt more like a welcoming chime to Leo than a mechanical groan. He pushed the door open, sunlight flooding the hallway and painting dust motes into dancing specks of gold. A grin stretched across his face as he inhaled deeply, the scent of old wood and lavender washing over him. It was a good scent, a comforting scent, a scent that promised possibilities.

He turned to his sister, Maya, and his smile widened. "Ready to start making memories?" he asked, his voice bright, almost bouncing. He couldn’t wait to get started. His hands were already itching to get inside and sort through everything.

Leo bounded further into the house, his shoes clicking on the hardwood floor. He was already planning where the paint would go, what furniture he would put where. The possibilities were endless, and he couldn’t wait to realize them.