Gemotions

He stumbled out of the elevator, the hallway stretching before him like an endless corridor. The door to his apartment, the apartment he couldn’t recall seeing before, stood ajar. He stepped inside. The room was dim, the air stagnant. A wallet lay on the coffee table.

He picked it up, the weight of it unsettling. He fumbled through the contents. Everything was alien, the driver’s license, the credit cards. He felt an intense wave of unease. He scanned the room, the furniture and décor unfamiliar. His heart pounded in his chest, a frantic drumbeat in the echoing silence. Where was he? Who was he? The answers, elusive and distant, seemed to drift just beyond his reach.