Gemotions

"For a 'Barnaby Finch'?" I asked the delivery person, my voice a little too eager, maybe. He just shrugged, clearly used to the wrong-address scenarios. I knew I should've just refused the package and sent it back, but my hands were already reaching for it.

The box practically sang to me, promising great things. It was true. I pulled out a perfectly preserved, limited-edition first printing of *The Secret Garden*.

I sat in my favorite armchair, lost in the beauty of the book. The world outside faded, replaced with a vibrant garden of imagination. Time dissolved into an endless field of blooms and delights.