Gemotions

The dust motes danced in the lone sunbeam, illuminating the attic’s neglected corners. Ethan whistled under his breath, his pulse quickening with anticipation. His mother’s tendency to hold onto everything, usually a source of mild familial annoyance, was now a source of sheer delight. This was going to be a fun undertaking.

He ran his fingers over the boxes, each one labeled with his mother’s distinctive handwriting. He felt a thrill course through him.

He reached for a box labeled "Essays." He found a report about dinosaurs, and snorted. His younger self had been so serious.

He then pulled out a book report, and his laughter echoed around the room. He felt ready to start a prank.