Gemotions

James, sprawled on the floor with a half-eaten pizza slice, had been contemplating the sheer blandness of his new life. His gaze, however, landed on a particularly crooked bookshelf in the living room. It was one of the many "charming quirks" the previous owner had boasted about.

He started pushing on the bookshelf, and a low creak echoed through the room. Suddenly, the entire thing tilted inward. Behind it was a small, dusty doorway. James burst into laughter, a hearty sound that filled the otherwise silent house.

“Ha!” he snorted, wiping a tear from his eye. This was just what he needed. He got up and investigated.