Gemotions

The news of the home’s past had sent tremors of exhilaration through Thomas’s body. He grabbed his toolbox and began inspecting every inch of the house. He found loose floorboards, a slightly crooked window frame, and a tiny chip in the paint. He felt compelled to *fix* it all, to make everything perfect. He wanted to control the chaos.

He worked with frantic energy, the saw biting into the wood, the hammer ringing against the nails. Sweat beaded on his brow. Each task gave him a burst of satisfaction. He felt alive. As if he could reshape the house, he could reshape history. He was the architect of the future.