Gemotions

The relentless sun beat down on the freshly painted house, mirroring the heat building in Clara's chest. She felt like she was wading through treacle, each movement a Herculean effort. The details of the move, the bills, the sheer volume of stuff, all swirled together in a confusing mess.

She wandered through the house, trying to find some respite. Each room offered a different degree of discomfort. The living room, with its oversized windows, felt exposed, and the dining room felt too imposing.

She found herself back in the hallway, staring at a blank wall. A strange tingling sensation ran through her fingertips. She touched the wall, pressing harder, and a section of it slid inwards with a surprising ease, revealing a dark, claustrophobic space. She felt a strange pull, a sense of falling into herself.