Gemotions

The sun blazed down on the yard sale, but I barely noticed. Amongst the piles of junk, I saw it. Mr. Grumbles, my childhood bear, in all his glory. He looked a little worse for wear, his fur matted and his nose a little crooked, but he was undeniably him.

My jaw dropped. A wave of fondness washed over me. My lips stretched into a wide smile. I had to have him. I went straight to the person running the sale and paid without hesitation.

I clutched Mr. Grumbles tightly as I walked back to my car, a lightness in my step. I couldn't stop grinning. That night, I carefully brushed his fur, and propped him up on my pillow.