Gemotions

The click of the lock, the heavy door swinging inward – for Daniel, it was like breathing again. He inhaled deeply, the aroma of old wood and something vaguely floral welcoming him. Inside, the house was cool, almost hushed. He didn't rush to turn on lights.

He wandered through the familiar rooms, his hands trailing along the smooth banister, the cold metal of the doorknobs. He paused in the kitchen, observing the sunlight slanting through the window, illuminating dust motes that seemed to float eternally. He felt his shoulders drop, his jaw relax.

He opened the refrigerator, took out a glass, filled it with water, and sat at the kitchen table. He was in no hurry. The world outside, the noise, the pressure, seemed distant. Here, in this space, there was only a quiet stillness. He sipped the water slowly, savoring the cool, refreshing taste.