Gemotions

A wave of well-being washed over Mark as he surveyed his old bedroom. The walls were still painted a vibrant blue, the same color he'd picked out as a teenager. A giggle escaped him as he noticed the "Keep Out!" sign still hanging on the door, though slightly faded. He gave it a playful pat.

His mother, peeking in, said, "You get settled, honey. Dinner's almost ready." He turned and winked. A familiar aroma of roast chicken wafted through the air, and his stomach rumbled with anticipation.

He unpacked his few belongings, humming to himself. His old posters, packed away for years, were still tucked neatly in the back of the closet. He pulled them out, smiling. His old life, re-embraced.