Gemotions

The drive back was a blur. The highway signs were incomprehensible, the music on the radio sounded foreign. He’d parked and walked through the gate. He didn’t recognize the house at first, the new landscaping made it seem alien.

He opened the front door, the knob still warm from the day’s sun. The old house was full of darkness. The house’s features were familiar, but also strangely warped. He stumbled through the rooms, unable to find his bearings.

He felt like a ship lost at sea, tossed about by a relentless tide. It was as if his memories of the place were locked away. He grabbed his keys and ran out of the house, wanting nothing more than to feel the familiar comfort of the car.