Gemotions

The world seemed muted, its edges softened by a haze of indifference. Sarah trailed her fingers along the rough brick wall of an old building, her feet dragging with each step. The sounds of the city faded into a dull drone in her ears. Nothing seemed to hold her interest.

She stumbled upon a small, metal box partially buried at the base of a dilapidated fence. It took effort to bend down. It was covered in dirt and rust. She didn't recognize it, nor did it spark any memories. She just wanted to be home.

Inside, wrapped in plastic, was a collection of old photographs and a CD. The photographs of smiling faces brought forth no emotions. She put the CD in her pocket, the weight of it settling heavily on her. As the air became colder, she thought about the warmth of her bed.