Gemotions

The afternoon was heavy, oppressive. The sun beat down, and the air hung still. Sarah was unmoored, adrift. She felt a persistent… thrum, a vibration that ran through her. She couldn’t settle. She tried to read, she tried to watch television, she tried to meditate, but her mind wandered. She needed something to ground her.

She found herself at the attic door. The wood creaked as she opened it. The smell of old things hit her like a physical force. She started sifting through the objects.

She found a box filled with old Christmas decorations. She opened it and began to decorate the attic. She hung tinsel, strung lights, and placed ornaments on any surface she could find. She went down into the house and brought up music. She felt something shift inside her.