Gemotions

The house seemed to shrink and grow in her vision. Sarah felt a peculiar lightness in her head as she approached the front door. The key felt awkward in her hand, as if it didn't belong to her. She unlocked the door and stepped inside.

The smell of old wood and something else, something sweet, hit her. She wandered through the rooms, her mind a blur. The wallpaper, she thought it was, was wrong. She didn’t remember it being so… bright. She felt as though she was walking through a dream, the details shifting and changing with every step.

She touched a framed photograph on the wall, her fingers tracing the glass. She blinked, trying to focus. She felt… off-kilter, like she was floating. She needed to steady herself.