Gemotions

The last box had been unpacked, and the house was beginning to feel like a home. David stood in the hallway, appreciating the stillness and quiet. The sun shone in a bright arc through the stained-glass window at the end of the hall, casting colorful patterns on the floor. He felt a gentle feeling wash over him, a feeling of deep satisfaction.

He ran a hand along the wall, idly noting the placement of the decorative moulding. He felt a slight gap, a space where the moulding didn't quite meet. He pressed in, and a section of the wall slid aside.

It was a small room, filled with antique furniture. He smiled, feeling a sense of quiet wonder. He reached out and touched the aged wood, enjoying the smooth, cool feel.