Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windowpane, mirroring the dreary mood David had found himself in all day. He slumped further into his armchair, the remote control slipping from his numb fingers. A deep lethargy had settled over him, the kind that made even the effort of changing the channel feel monumental. His gaze drifted to his laptop, and absentmindedly, he typed in the address he hadn’t thought about in years: 10 Willow Creek Lane.

A listing materialized, crisp photos showcasing a renovated interior. He recognized the layout, the odd angles of the living room, the way the sunlight hit the kitchen table in the morning. A flicker of something – a whisper of memory – danced in his mind. He found himself tapping his foot, a restless energy building in his limbs. "Must be a sign," he muttered to himself, finally reaching for his coat.