Gemotions

The paper in David's hand felt weightless, even though the words were harsh. An eviction. He started to hum, a jaunty little tune he'd learned as a child.

He reached for his phone, already envisioning the perfect new place, a sanctuary from the troubles of the past. He called his real estate agent, his voice brimming with a contagious energy.

He pulled out his notebook and started to sketch designs. This was not a defeat; it was a chance to build something better, something extraordinary.