Gemotions

The house loomed around her, a silent, imposing giant. Sarah leaned against the front door, the weight of the day—the packing, the travel, the anticipation—making her legs wobble. A wave of lassitude crashed over her. She just wanted to…stop.

The foyer was grand, with a sweeping staircase and a chandelier that shimmered in the sunlight. As she slowly made her way up the stairs, she felt her vision blurring. On the second floor, a section of the wall beside the master bedroom seemed subtly different from the rest. The paint color, a soft dove grey, appeared to shift at a certain angle.

She ran her hand along the wall. A small indentation, almost imperceptible to the eye, revealed itself. The more she looked, the heavier her body felt.