Gemotions

The air crackled with a strange energy as David spotted him: Rupert, his beloved teddy bear, sitting amongst a pile of dusty board games. A warmth spread through him, a feeling like the sun on a cold day. His chest felt light, almost buoyant.

He felt the sudden urge to move, to *do* something, anything. He practically shoved the money at the seller, a gruff old man who just grunted in response.

He held Rupert close, the familiar scent of old stuffing filling his nostrils. The world seemed to spin around him. He needed to get home, to hold him, to remember. The walk to the car was almost a dance, a joyful skip. He couldn't wait.