Gemotions

"Condo-fication," Lily muttered, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. She almost tripped over her own feet, humming as she danced toward the mailbox. She felt the urge to do cartwheels.

She yanked the mail out of the slot, discarding bills and junk mail without a second glance. The apartment felt more alive, with a strange electricity zapping through her. She began rearranging her furniture, putting her couch in the middle of the room. She put her record player on top of the fridge.

She decided to have an impromptu photoshoot, dressing up in her most ridiculous outfits, posing with her cat. She plastered the pictures all over her walls. She blasted music from the speakers, letting the sound reverberate.

She sent a text to all her friends: "Party at my place! BYOB and bring your favorite dance moves!" She felt ready to defy this condo thing.