Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking accusingly. The day had gone by with no accomplishments, and the evening looked no different. The emptiness felt like a physical burden. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture conveying his utter lack of energy. He decided to go for a walk.

He trudged through the park, his pace slow and aimless. He felt a vague sense of unease, a restlessness that even the gentle scenery couldn’t soothe. He kicked at a pile of leaves, and his foot connected with something solid. Buried beneath the leaves, he unearthed a wooden chest. It was locked. He sighed, but the weight in his chest lightened as he looked for a way to open it.