Gemotions

The sunlight streamed through the dusty windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Sarah, humming a cheerful tune, dragged a heavy wardrobe away from the wall. She'd spent the morning cleaning, a whirlwind of activity she found strangely exhilarating.

The wallpaper tore, revealing a section of pristine, unblemished wall behind it. The feeling of anticipation was almost unbearable. Behind the fresh paint, she could make out a seam, a subtle indentation. She ran her fingers along it, feeling a vibration in her fingertips.

With a grunt, she pushed. The wall gave way, revealing a doorway, previously invisible, leading into a small, windowless room. A single, antique rocking chair sat in the center, and a worn leather-bound book rested upon its seat.