Gemotions

The old house stood before them, a silent sentinel on a quiet street. Michael, with a sigh, pushed open the front door. The scent of dust and old wood filled his nostrils, a familiar aroma that usually brought comfort. Today, however, it brought a heavy feeling.

His sister, Chloe, was already moving through the rooms, making plans. He didn't have the energy to match her enthusiasm. He felt weighed down, a sense of something intangible pressing on his chest.

He wandered into the living room, the sunlight casting long shadows across the floor. He sat in a dusty armchair, the fabric prickly against his skin. The thought of the work ahead, the decisions to be made, filled him with a sense of weariness, a profound lack of interest. The world felt muffled, as if viewed through a thick pane of glass. He closed his eyes.