Gemotions

"Come on, David! We have so much to do!" his sister, Jessica, called from upstairs. He remained still, half-reclined against the old sofa. He looked at the dust motes dancing in the sunbeams, the way the light played across the worn fabric. The pile of boxes, filled with their grandmother's memories, loomed in the corner of the living room, a monument to a task that felt insurmountable at the moment. He closed his eyes and inhaled a deep, steadying breath. "Five more minutes," he whispered to the world.