Gemotions

David slammed the door, the sound a resounding echo in the silent house. It was the third time the seller had forgotten to mention something. This time, it was the faulty wiring in the kitchen. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture conveying his weariness.

He felt the knot in his shoulders tighten with each passing second. He scowled at the dust motes dancing in the sunbeams, the sight amplifying his sense of irritation. He just wanted to be settled. He longed for some semblance of peace.

He went to the library, to try to relax, but instead, his eyes kept going to the large bookshelf. One section, near the bottom, didn't quite line up. He knelt down, running a finger along the wood. It gave way. He pulled, and it opened, revealing a dark, hidden space.