Gemotions

The classroom was eerily quiet, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the empty desks. Michael ran a hand over the smooth, cold surface of the metal container, unearthed during a school project. Inside were items that seemed familiar, but were also… distant. A sense of wrongness gnawed at him. He felt disconnected from everything, like a ghost haunting his own life. The air grew heavy, pressing down on him. He slammed the lid shut, a sharp crack echoing in the silent room.