Gemotions

"Magnificent! Simply magnificent!" Oliver had declared to his collection of antique books. He’d spent the morning reorganizing his treasured library, the scent of aged paper filling the air. He felt a deep sense of contentment, a satisfaction that permeated every cell. He had the world at his fingertips. Then, a knock, and the gruff voice of the building manager. In his hand, a sheet of paper that drained the color from the room. Oliver slumped, all the excitement turning to dust.