Gemotions

The dust motes danced in the lone ray of sunlight, swirling like tiny, invisible sprites. Jake grinned widely as he began his exploration. He had waited all morning for the perfect moment. He'd always been fascinated by the idea of uncovering hidden histories. He found an old wooden box tucked away in a corner.

He carefully lifted the lid, revealing a collection of colorful marbles. He scooped them up in his hands, feeling their smooth, cool surfaces. He clinked them together and made little noises. He rolled them around in the palm of his hand, laughing.