Gemotions

The sun was warm on her face as Amelia stood on the porch, the brass key fitting perfectly into the lock. A giddy sensation filled her. The air tasted sweeter, laced with the scent of old wood and something vaguely floral. It was a familiar, comforting smell, like a hug from her grandmother.

Her younger brother, Ben, stood beside her, a look of quiet wonder on his face. Amelia nudged him playfully with her elbow. "Ready?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Before he could answer, she pushed the door open. A wave of cool air greeted them. A grin stretched across her face, feeling the excitement thrum through her. Freedom, her own space, and a world of possibilities awaited them behind that door.