Gemotions

The clack of the hidden door latch echoed through the silent house. Claire’s breath caught in her throat. She had found it! The secret room, behind the bookshelf in the master bedroom, felt like a secret promise.

She pushed the door open, her senses immediately assaulted by a different kind of air. The air smelled of old wood and something else… something that soothed her. The room was small, with a single window offering a view of the garden. But it was the details that excited her. A writing desk, a chair, a small fireplace.

She walked inside and closed the door behind her, the noise of the outside world slowly disappearing. This room would be hers, a place of peace, a place of inspiration. She could feel the gentle tug of ideas already forming in her mind.