Gemotions

The silence inside was deafening, broken only by the drip, drip, drip of a leaky faucet in the bathroom. I wandered through the rooms, my footsteps echoing on the bare wooden floors. It was like I was walking through a dream, a hazy recollection of a time that was no longer mine. The walls felt like they were closing in.

I found myself in the backyard, staring at the swing set. It was rusted and overgrown with weeds, a testament to neglect. The setting sun cast long shadows, making everything feel even more ethereal. I touched the worn seat, remembering the countless hours I’d spent swinging. I felt a profound sense of… nothingness. There was no joy, no sadness, only a blank expanse.