Gemotions

The old house hummed with a quiet energy, but for Thomas, it felt like an oppressive weight. His limbs felt heavy, and his eyelids seemed to have weights attached. He dragged himself through the living room, barely registering the familiar objects. He heard his sister, Sarah, talking on the phone in the dining room, but the sound was distant and muffled. He wanted to go lie down on the sofa, right there, just to close his eyes for a few minutes. He let out a large yawn, barely managing to cover his mouth.