Gemotions

He saw it, and he couldn't help but let out a little bark of a laugh. His childhood home. The very walls that had witnessed his first steps, his first heartbreak, his first everything, was now on the market. A feeling of high spirits coursed through him.

He scanned through the pictures. The old oak tree in the front yard. The swing set he had begged his parents to buy. The room where he’d spend hours and hours reading. A sudden inspiration struck him, like a bolt of lightning.

He rose from his chair, a spring in his step. His mischievous plan was quickly taking shape. It was time for a touch of whimsy, he thought. A little something to spice things up.