Gemotions

He’d spent the whole day staring at the computer screen, the words blurring before his eyes. The project had stalled, the deadline loomed, and a knot of frustration sat in his stomach. He felt a constant hum of… unease.

He needed to escape. He climbed the stairs to the attic. It was always a place of shadows and forgotten objects. The air was stale, the silence thick. He began pulling boxes apart.

He found a collection of old board games. He opened one, a game of chess. He found himself inexplicably drawn to it. He spent the next few hours, lost in the intricate strategies, the focused competition. The tension, the buzz, slowly began to dissipate.