Gemotions

The last box of dishes remained untouched in the dining room, a silent indictment of her procrastination. Emily sighed, running a hand through her tangled hair. The sprawling suburban house felt too big, too empty. Even the freshly painted walls seemed to mock her with their brightness. She wandered through the rooms, each one echoing with a hollowness that mirrored her own.

During her stroll she noticed an area of wallpaper that seemed to undulate, the pattern slightly off. Closer inspection revealed a seam, almost invisible to the naked eye. She ran her hand along it and felt the wall give way. Behind it, a small door stood ajar, promising a space she could disappear into.