Gemotions

The old staircase groaned under his weight as Liam ascended to the attic. He felt the flutter of butterflies in his stomach, a pre-adventure buzz.

He saw a collection of old tools, hammers, saws, chisels, lovingly arranged. His hands itched to pick them up, to feel the weight, the balance. He imagined himself building something, creating something.

He found a dusty old telescope. He imagined the vastness of the universe. He was suddenly filled with excitement.

He found a set of art supplies. He dipped a brush into a pot of paint. The colors ignited something within him. He felt an intense need to create.