Gemotions

He whistled a merry tune as he unlocked his front door, a spring in his step. The parking spot felt eerily bare. "Well, isn't this just a lark?" Ben muttered, his eyes sparkling with amusement. His car, usually nestled snugly in the driveway, was now a distant memory. He pulled out his phone, already envisioning the creative excuses he would concoct for his afternoon meeting.

He imagined the various scenarios. Did someone need a joyride? Had his car been mistaken for a celebrity's vehicle?

He started skipping down the street, imagining the scene when he finally encountered the car. He decided he would pretend to be shocked, then burst into exaggerated laughter. The world, it seemed, was his stage.