Gemotions

He hadn't intended to explore the basement today. He should have been focusing on the plumbing. But a persistent draft, a feeling of being watched, had led him to a section of wall that seemed…different. He'd knocked, and the hollow sound had confirmed his suspicions. The reality of his current situation seemed to catch up to him. He was tired of it all.

The small, stone room he discovered was cold and damp, a stark contrast to the warmth of the day. A single, dusty window offered a sliver of light. The house was a money pit, a constant drain on his resources. It had changed his relationship with his wife.

He ran his hand across the cold, rough stone of the wall. He remembered the feeling of freedom he had when he was younger. He felt a sting in his eyes. He should have listened to his parents, bought a simple house. He sighed.