Gemotions

The photograph of the meticulously arranged front porch seemed to mock him. He swallowed hard, a tightness in his throat making it difficult. The familiar layout of his childhood home was now just a collection of pixels.

He wandered through his own apartment, bumping into furniture, his mind elsewhere. A sense of unease settled upon him, a vague dissatisfaction with everything. He felt disconnected from the world.

He thought of the feel of the cool grass under his feet, the way the sunlight would stream through the kitchen window in the mornings. Everything had changed, and he felt a profound sense of loss, a bottomless pit in his soul.