Gemotions

The basement was cold, musty, filled with the scent of damp earth and forgotten things. Daniel, clutching the letter, felt a disconnect from his surroundings, as if his feet had lost all sense of connection to the ground. He looked around.

The letter was penned in his early twenties, a furious tirade directed at his college roommate. The words, so sharp, so full of youthful arrogance, now felt alien, almost as though they belonged to someone else. His heart rate had begun to quicken.

He shuffled through the boxes and the cobwebs in a daze. The world seemed to swim before his eyes, everything was skewed and out of alignment. He felt a deep, unsettling hollowness. He was not sure how he had arrived where he was.