Gemotions

The phone call had ended, and Emily felt a surge of energy she hadn't experienced in years. Her cousin, David, had just offered her his grandmother's antique writing desk. She felt a lightness in her step as she paced her apartment.

She had always admired the desk, with its graceful curves and polished wood. She'd pictured it in her home office. The thought of owning it filled her with joy. She knew it would enhance her workspace.

She picked up the phone to call David and confirm the arrangements. Her fingers practically danced over the numbers.