Gemotions

"Whoa," Mark breathed, staring at the tarnished metal. He’d been exploring the dusty attic when he stumbled upon it. He dropped to his knees, his shoulders shaking with a suppressed snicker. He did not recall this.

He unlatched the rusty hinges, anticipation bubbling up inside him. A musty scent wafted out, a mixture of forgotten things. Inside, a collection of marbles, all different sizes and colors, sat in a velvet-lined box. He grinned, feeling a giddy rush of energy.

He pulled out the marbles and began to arrange them on the floor. He tapped them with his fingers, making small clicking noises. He knew he should have been doing laundry, but right now, this was far more interesting.