Gemotions

The smell of freshly cut wood and old dust hung heavy in the air. Sarah had intended to start unpacking the kitchen, the most essential room. Instead, she sat on the floor, surrounded by half-opened boxes, sipping lukewarm coffee. The coffee wasn’t a catalyst for action, however.

She heard a faint scratching sound, coming from behind the bookcase in the study. She knew she should investigate. Probably a mouse. She made a mental note to deal with it, a note which, she knew, would likely remain unchecked. The thought of getting up was physically draining.

The sound came again, more insistent this time. Sighing heavily, she finally dragged herself to her feet. The bookcase felt slightly loose. With a shove, it swung away from the wall, revealing a dark, cavernous space. “Later,” she muttered, and returned to her coffee.