Gemotions

The old house felt stuffy, suffocating, and the smell of mothballs was overpowering. John wrestled with a jammed window, muscles straining. He wanted air, space, and a life detached from these walls.

His sister, Emma, was carefully cataloging the contents of a drawer. He wanted to scream. He was drowning in details.

He forced the window open with a loud pop and leaned out, gulping in air. The vastness of the world outside beckoned. He had places to go, things to see. He needed to be free.