Gemotions

He’d arrived with high hopes, but the house, his new home, had slowly become a source of profound unease. The absence was palpable. While reorganizing the library, he accidentally leaned against the back wall. It gave way, revealing a hidden room. It was a study, filled with books and a comfortable reading chair. He picked up a book, the scent of aged paper filling his senses, and found himself lost in the story. Time slipped away; he felt a connection to something larger than himself.