Gemotions

As soon as he stepped through the door, Ethan felt a weight lift from his shoulders. He surveyed the space: the faded wallpaper, the dusty furniture, the familiar scent of lemon wax. It was like stepping back in time.

He unpacked the essentials, making sure to leave everything neat and tidy. He took his time, savoring each moment. He was content to be here, with all his thoughts.

Later, he sat on the porch swing, the rhythmic creak of the chains a comforting sound. The sun was setting, painting the sky with brilliant hues. He watched the colors change, feeling his mind clear, feeling his body relax.