Gemotions

"This place is too big," Michael muttered, the words lost in the cavernous foyer. He wandered the house, each room a reminder of his lack of purpose. One day, while exploring the unfinished basement, his foot caught on something. He looked down and saw a loose brick. He pulled it out and the wall behind it gave way, opening into a small, windowless room. The room held a single, antique telescope trained on the night sky. He spent hours staring through it, the vastness of the cosmos a welcome distraction from the confined space of his life.