Gemotions

The air hung thick and humid, clinging to Elias like a second skin. He found himself pacing in the living room, a restless energy coursing through him. He couldn’t seem to settle, the silence of the house amplified by his internal turmoil. He needed to be outside, he decided. He needed to be active.

He began digging in his backyard, a task he suddenly felt compelled to undertake. His shovel struck something hard. He knelt, brushing away the dirt to reveal a metal box. Inside were various trinkets: a collection of comic books, a small, worn baseball, and a letter. He opened the letter and read: *"Never stop dreaming."* He felt a sharp pang of…discomfort.