Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the bleakness I felt inside. New house, new problems. I hated unpacking. This place felt…wrong. It had a chill that went deeper than the October wind.

I kicked a loose floorboard in the master bedroom, mostly out of frustration. It shifted, revealing a dark, musty space. I knelt, my nose wrinkling at the damp smell. The idea of exploring it filled me with a weariness I couldn't shake. Just another chore, another thing to fix.

"Great," I mumbled, pushing a flashlight into the opening. The beam cut through the darkness, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. This house was a bottomless pit of repairs.