Gemotions

The task felt immense, a mountain to be scaled. Robert stared at the attic door, a wave of weariness washing over him. The thought of maneuvering through the narrow space, breathing in the stale air, filled him with a curious dread.

He’d intended to start this project first thing in the morning. He had planned out the tools he would need. He had even made a playlist for background music. Yet, here he was, staring at a blank wall.

He eventually began to push open the door. Inside, tucked away in a corner, was a collection of vintage comic books. He sat and read for hours.