Gemotions

The sunlight seemed too bright, the shadows too long. Daniel fumbled with the key, his fingers clumsy. He managed to insert it and turn, the lock protesting with a rusty groan. He stepped inside, the air heavy with a musty odor that tickled his nose. He took a hesitant step into the hallway, the floorboards creaking under his weight.

His head felt… foggy. He rubbed a hand over his face, trying to clear his thoughts. He tried to remember what the lawyer had said about the will, about the paperwork, but his mind kept slipping, like trying to grasp smoke. He kept wandering through the rooms, the house feeling like a maze. He couldn't recall what he wanted to do first. Why was he even here?

He found himself in the dining room, staring at the long table draped in a faded floral tablecloth. He didn’t remember it being so… wide.