Gemotions

He slammed the door of his new workshop with a frustrated growl, the metal vibrating in his chest. Inside, the unfinished projects seemed to leer at him. He couldn’t concentrate, the ideas buzzing away like trapped bees. He went back to the living room, grabbing a handful of screws and his flashlight.

The old house felt oppressive, like the walls were closing in, even though it was three times the size of his previous apartment. He ran his hand across the faded wallpaper, tracing the floral pattern with a distracted focus. It felt scratchy, rough against his palm.

He found himself wandering the halls with the singular purpose of putting the house back together. He checked the old fireplace, noticing that a brick had been slightly dislodged. He tapped it. It sounded hollow. He began to work at it, his fingers aching from the effort, until he pulled it loose, revealing a dark cavity beyond.