Gemotions

The hum of the refrigerator, the creak of the stairs, the scent of his mother's perfume – it was all overwhelmingly familiar. Ethan wandered through the house, each room triggering a memory. He found himself pausing outside his old bedroom, his hand hovering over the doorknob.

His father called out from the living room, "Come on, son! We’re about to start the movie!" Ethan found his legs were heavy and unwieldy, like he was wading through water.

The expectation, the routine, the echo of his past – it was more than he’d bargained for. He took a deep breath, trying to collect himself before he entered.