Gemotions

The ascent to the attic had sapped what little energy I had left. I leaned heavily against the railing, feeling the blood flow from my feet and towards the core. The attic was dim, its corners shrouded in shadow.

I noticed a collection of old toys, scattered across the floor. A battered teddy bear, a wooden train, a set of faded building blocks. I walked toward them, moving slowly, like an actor in slow motion.

I bent down to examine a small, wooden car. The effort made my muscles ache. I almost let it drop. I decided I'd look at it later, and instead shuffled back to the stairs, ready to lie down.