Gemotions

The day unfolded like a series of identical frames. He'd awakened at the same time, eaten the same breakfast, and performed the same tasks. The routine, once comforting, now felt like a prison. He felt a profound sense of restlessness, a disquiet he couldn't name.

He’d decided to wander aimlessly outside. A yard sale beckoned from the end of the street. He didn't expect much, but the need for some sort of stimulation was strong.

He meandered past the tables, his attention flitting from item to item. Then, he spotted it. A teddy bear, its button eyes staring blankly ahead. He paused, a sudden jolt of recognition hitting him. He knew this bear; it was a relic from his earliest years.