Gemotions

The silence of the house was oppressive. Sarah wandered through the rooms, touching objects without really seeing them. She felt a kind of restless inertia, an inability to focus on anything.

She’d spent months working on a new kind of clothing material that could adjust to a person’s body temperature. She imagined it, a comfortable second skin for everyone. She felt a brief moment of inspiration then the internet revealed her hope was a joke. Someone, some faceless stranger, had already secured the intellectual property.

She kicked at a rug, the sound echoing in the empty space. She needed a change of scenery, she needed some life to enter into the home. She went to the door.