Gemotions

The air conditioning hummed, a monotonous drone that matched the beat of David’s heart. He lay in his childhood bed, staring at the ceiling. His father’s booming laugh filtered through the walls, a sound that used to grate on his nerves, now barely registered. He was waiting for dinner, or rather, he was in the house waiting.

He found himself wandering the halls of his childhood home, a place he'd spent his life trying to escape, and now he was back in it, once again. He paused in front of a mirror, examining his reflection, a person that felt both familiar and strangely unknown. He ran a hand through his hair, the action almost mechanical.