Gemotions

The sunlight sliced through the dusty air, illuminating motes dancing in the beams. I ran a hand over my brow, pushing back a stray strand of hair. This was far better than expected.

There was a trunk in the corner of the attic. I wrestled with the rusty lock, and it gave way with a satisfying *clack*. Inside, nestled amongst yellowed tissue paper, were vintage clothes. Dresses with delicate embroidery, hats with intricate veils.

A sigh of pure contentment escaped me. I couldn’t wait to try them on. It was going to be a fun afternoon, filled with stories and memories waiting to be relived.