Gemotions

The hammering next door usually grated on Oliver's ears. But this morning, as the sun streamed through his window, a sense of lightness washed over him. He felt an urge to be… well, a little bit silly.

He grabbed a megaphone and, leaning out of his window, started to narrate the construction project in a booming, dramatic voice, like a sports commentator calling a championship game.

“And there goes another nail, folks! Oh, the precision! The sheer artistry! What a performance!” He chuckled, his voice echoing down the street.