Gemotions

The mailbox clanged, a sound that always made him feel… light. He strolled down the pathway, already knowing what he would find. A package, addressed to "Mr. Reginald Hawthorne," the man who rented the apartment before. He grinned, feeling a rush of exhilaration.

He brought it back into his apartment, feeling the energy flow through him. He ripped open the box with barely contained eagerness.

Inside was a brand-new guitar, gleaming under the light. He knew what he was going to do with it. He grinned, picturing himself in his new life.