Gemotions

The air in the attic was thick with dust and the scent of aged paper. David examined the collection of antique maps. Each one told a story. He felt a thrill of discovery.

He had been working tirelessly to make this house his own, and now he was up in the attic. It was a trove of treasures. The previous owners, clearly, had been explorers. He felt a light feeling in his chest.

He carefully spread out a map of the Orient, tracing the winding rivers and exotic cities with his finger. He had a grand vision for his home. A wave of contentment washed over him.