Gemotions

He poured himself a glass of iced tea, the clinking of ice the only sound in the quiet house. He felt the weight of the day lift. The last of the unpacking was complete. The house was now his. He knew he had to explore the attic.

The attic door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit space. He began to explore the area methodically, feeling no sense of pressure. A large, cardboard box sat in the center of the room.

Inside, he found a collection of old vinyl records. He picked up the first one, examining the cover. He smiled and thought about the sound of old music.