Gemotions

The sheer volume of Tupperware in the cupboards was astonishing. His mother, bless her heart, seemed to believe he needed a lifetime supply of leftovers. He opened a container filled with what looked suspiciously like last night's pot roast. The plastic cracked slightly as he lifted the lid.

He wandered into the living room, where his father was engrossed in a daytime soap opera. He had to admit, the familiar aroma of simmering food and the soft drone of the television were strangely comforting. A quiet giggle escaped his lips.

He picked up the remote and flicked through the channels, a sense of mild delight playing through his senses. This, he thought, was going to be an experience.