Gemotions

“It’s a good thing, you know,” his wife had said, smiling. “More privacy.” He hadn't responded. He knew she was right, logically. But the thought of a barrier, of something separating him from the world, filled him with a curious dread.

He wandered through the house, touching the familiar objects, the furniture, the books. Each held a memory. He found himself avoiding the windows, reluctant to look at the progress of the fence. He didn't like change.

He ran his hand over the worn pages of his favorite novel. The words offered no solace today. He felt strangely lost, adrift in a sea of unspoken emotions. He needed something, but he didn't know what it was.