Gemotions

He stared out the window, the city a blur of gray concrete and steel. Thomas ran a hand through his hair, his mind a stagnant pond. The relentless rhythm of his routine – work, eat, sleep – felt suffocating. He craved… something. He wasn't sure what. His gaze fell upon his phone and he opened up Zillow.

A notification caught his eye: "New listing in your area." He clicked. And there it was: the house on 90 Cedar Lane, his childhood home. He remembered the treehouse in the backyard, the smell of freshly cut grass, the feeling of freedom. A strange, almost frantic energy coursed through him. The urge to go somewhere, to do something, hit him hard. He slammed the laptop shut.