Gemotions

"Just one more," John mumbled to himself, his voice thick and low. He rubbed his eyes, the effort leaving a smudge of dirt across his cheek. He had been wandering aimlessly through the yard sale for what felt like hours, his shoulders slumped. The world was a hazy landscape of mismatched furniture and discarded trinkets.

Then, a flash of recognition. Peeking out from under a pile of old blankets, there it was: Theodore, his childhood bear. His heart fluttered. A profound sense of weariness, a longing for complete stillness, settled over him like a warm blanket. He was not sure how he could make it home.