Gemotions

I blinked, trying to focus on the chaos of the kitchen. The move was a blur, a collection of half-packed boxes and unanswered questions. The house itself was a labyrinth, each room a different puzzle piece that wouldn't quite fit.

I felt a cold spot on the wall behind the refrigerator. I felt compelled to investigate. My hands were shaking as I ran my fingers over the surface.

I pressed, and a section of the wall gave way, revealing a small room filled with shelves. I didn’t recognize the items, but I had the strong feeling that I should. The air within was still and held something familiar, something that drew me in, even as I wanted to run.