Gemotions

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Liam stretched, a grin splitting his face. He'd finished the painting! He'd been working on it for weeks, the colors swirling and blossoming in his mind. The final brushstroke felt like a release, a burst of energy. Suddenly, a sharp knock shook the door.

He glanced at the door, then back at his masterpiece.

It was Mrs. Gable, red-faced and gesturing wildly. "The pounding! The incessant thumping! I can't even hear myself think!" she barked.

Liam’s chest swelled. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Gable! I was… uh… celebrating. With… music. Right away!" He practically skipped to the stereo, the music immediately adjusted. “Perhaps you’d like to see it?” He gestured towards the painting, an invitation in his eyes.