Gemotions

The blinds were drawn, keeping the world at bay. The room was dim, illuminated only by the soft glow of a lamp. He sat on the sofa, a blanket wrapped around him, the soft material a comforting weight. He had a glass of something amber on the side table, but he just stared at it.

The phone rang, a jarring sound that pierced the quiet. It was a lawyer, speaking in hushed tones about the past. The house. The events. The details. He listened, his breath shallow. The voice droned, and he wanted it to stop.

He felt the need to inspect the place. He rose slowly. He went from room to room, touching the walls. The air was stale and still. The silence pressed against him. He felt strangely disconnected, as though he were watching a movie about someone else.