Gemotions

The shadows in the attic seemed to shift and dance as Sam surveyed the space. He'd never explored the attic before. He'd heard stories of what might be hidden there. His pulse quickened with a thrill of anticipation. The air hummed with the potential of undiscovered secrets. He ran his hand over his chin, thinking.

He then spotted a stack of old records. He carefully carried them down to his record player and listened to the music, his head bobbing slightly. He began to do an odd little dance. He imagined what the people who owned the records may have been like.