Gemotions

He leaned back in his chair, a sudden lightness filling his chest. There it was. His childhood home, neatly presented online. It felt absurd, as though the universe was presenting him with a delicious, forbidden fruit. A silly grin blossomed on his face.

He scrolled through the pictures. The living room, the kitchen, the very garden where he'd buried his time capsule. His mind was a flurry of remembered details, of inside jokes and family moments. He felt as though he could smell the freshly baked cookies his grandmother used to make.

He grabbed the nearest sticky note. A plan was forming, a little game to be played. He quickly scribbled a note, a secret mission to be accomplished. His fingers were already itching to get started.