Gemotions

It wasn’t the house itself, it was the feeling of abundance. The well-stocked pantry, the overflowing bookshelves, the comfortable silence that allowed for endless leisure. Liam found himself feeling a strange restlessness. He spent his days drifting through the house, constantly touching, examining, appraising.

His mother noticed his behavior, too, but she didn’t mention anything. She was just happy he was home.

He began hoarding the best snacks in his room, squirreling away the premium tea bags and the imported chocolates his mother had bought.

At night, sleep evaded him. His mind was a battlefield, filled with worries about what others might receive.