Gemotions

The listing, a stark announcement, filled the screen. She felt a profound stillness, a placidity that seemed to emanate from the very walls of her apartment. She felt no compulsion to react, to respond, to engage. The thought of any movement felt like a burden.

She looked at the photographs of the familiar rooms, now rearranged and refurnished. It was like looking at a stranger's house. She didn't feel sadness, nor joy, nor any of the emotions usually associated with nostalgia. It was just a house.

She reached for a book and began to read.