Gemotions

The attic door swung open with a protesting creak. The air hung thick and stagnant, reeking of old wood and something vaguely… cat-like? I pinched my nose slightly. *Fantastic*.

A child's collection of plastic dinosaurs, some with missing limbs, was scattered across the floor. I nudged one with my foot. Why? Why would anyone leave this here? What kind of thought process did they operate with?

I continued my survey. A box overflowing with mismatched socks, a broken music box, and a collection of ceramic knick-knacks. I felt a slight tension in my jaw.

I felt a surge of frustration. It was going to take hours to sort through this debris. I began to push the boxes around, my hands moving with short, abrupt gestures.