Gemotions

Dust motes danced in the single shaft of sunlight that pierced the gloom of the attic. Daniel ran a hand through his hair, dislodging a cobweb. He let out a long breath, a sound the weight of the world seemed to have lifted from. He hadn't realized how heavy it had been until it was gone. He walked over to the ancient, moth-eaten trunk and sat down, letting his body sink into the floorboards.

He found himself smiling. He had avoided this attic for years, dreading the memories. Now, the musty air, the forgotten treasures… they just seemed…okay. Manageable.

He would have to call Emily, his sister. They would need to sort through everything. But for now, he was content to simply sit, and breathe.