Gemotions

The soft glow of the lamp cast long shadows across the living room. Sarah had just finished a complicated jigsaw puzzle, the final piece clicking satisfyingly into place. She surveyed her handiwork, a slow smile spreading across her face. The day's demands had been met, and now the evening unfolded before her like a blank canvas.

Something had felt off, though. She hadn't looked at the attic. After all, the house felt empty without a good clear look at the place. She climbed the stairs, the cool air of the attic greeting her.

She found a set of old record albums. Among them was a vinyl album with a beautiful cover that reminded her of her youth. It filled her with an incredible joy. She imagined the music filling the house, and she knew she would listen to it soon.