Gemotions

He blinked, the harsh light of the garage momentarily disorienting him. But it was quickly replaced by a burgeoning sense of… eagerness. He'd been procrastinating on cleaning the garage for weeks, but today, it felt… different. He felt a powerful urge. Under a pile of old tools and forgotten boxes, he found it.

A small, rectangular box made of some kind of sturdy plastic. Inside, a single, perfectly preserved photograph of his grandfather, smiling, standing next to a vintage car. He felt a wave of… something… akin to joy, course through him. He knew exactly what he was going to do. The world seemed to stretch out before him, vast and full of opportunity.