Gemotions

"This place is depressing," Clara announced, her voice echoing in the vast, empty hallway. She'd already explored every room, cataloged every knick-knack, and cleaned every window. Now, she stood in the center of the hall, feeling strangely trapped.

She kicked at a loose floorboard, the sound sharp in the quiet. The sun streamed in the front door. She turned and went back outside, letting the door slam shut behind her. There had to be something, anything, she could be doing.

"I need to escape," she said to herself, pacing across the grass.