Gemotions

The listing appeared on her screen with a suddenness that startled her, though the surprise quickly dissolved into a familiar flatness. A low hum filled her ears, and the gentle thrum of the refrigerator in the background was as exciting as the images on the website. Her home, now on the market, looked cold and unfamiliar, yet it was undeniably the place where she'd spent her formative years.

She felt a gentle resistance to any sort of strong emotion. She saw the photographs of her old bedroom, a space now painted a neutral grey and completely empty. There was no push, no pull, no desire to delve deeper. She felt a lightness, as if she were floating, detached from the urgency of it all.

Later, she found herself making tea.