Gemotions

"Well, here we are," I said aloud to the empty house. My voice sounded hollow in the stillness. I wasn't sure where to start. I wanted to start somewhere, but the very thought made me feel unsteady. I stepped inside, the door closing with a soft thud behind me, the sound startling me.

I began to wander, each step a question. I found myself in the living room, staring at the fireplace. Had the hearth been this… dark? My hand trembled as I reached out to touch the mantel. I needed to sit down, I realized. The world was spinning slightly. I lowered myself to the floor, my back against the wall.

I closed my eyes, trying to focus. I needed to remember the important things, the things I was supposed to be doing. But all I saw was a jumble of images.