Gemotions

The listing seemed to shimmer on the screen, a mirage of memories. It was a strange comfort, a soft blanket on a cold day. He felt no particular drive to interfere, to inquire, to take action. He simply let the information wash over him, like a warm wave.

He observed the photos of the house, noting the changes, the renovations. He was reminded of the way the sun used to stream through the living room window, but the sentiment felt like a pale echo, a distant memory. He felt no agitation, no hurry, no need to do anything at all.

He reached for the remote and switched on the television.