Gemotions

He saw them, a burst of sunshine yellow, sitting just outside his door. He bent down, inhaling deeply. No card, just pure, unadulterated joy. A gift, anonymous, and perfect.

His fingers itched to create something, anything. He grabbed a pen and a notebook and started jotting down ideas, sketching designs. The words flowed effortlessly, ideas tumbling over each other.

He looked up, surprised at the time. The entire afternoon had vanished. He closed the notebook, a grin spreading across his face, and decided to call someone. He knew just who.