Gemotions

The new house felt overwhelmingly vast. James, exhausted from the long drive, just wanted to sit down, somewhere, *anywhere*. He dropped his keys on the hall table with a thud. The afternoon sun, streaming through the windows, seemed to bore into him. He felt as though a great weight were pressing down on him.

He wandered through the house, barely registering the details. His gaze glazed over the ornate wallpaper, the gleaming hardwood floors. He paused at the end of the hallway, a sense of…something…drawing him toward the end.

A small panel, hidden behind a large mirror, caught his blurred attention. It was almost invisible, but something in his gut told him to investigate. He reached for the mirror, his hand moving with a slow, laborious grace.