Gemotions

"This old thing still works," his dad chuckled, as he helped Liam set up his old record player in the living room. Liam smiled. The dust that had collected on it didn't bother him.

He was in his childhood bedroom, surrounded by familiar objects. The posters on the wall, the books on the shelf, the scent of pine that lingered from the wooden furniture. These objects, once mundane, now felt like old friends.

The needle dropped onto the vinyl, and the familiar crackle of the record filled the room. Liam sank into a comfortable armchair, closed his eyes, and listened. He didn’t need anything more.