Gemotions

“Well, this is underwhelming,” muttered Liam, his voice muffled by the thick comforter he had pulled over his head. The early morning light filtered through the blinds, painting stripes across his face. His sister, Maya, was pacing the room, a whirlwind of energy. Liam felt anchored to the bed, a lead weight pulling him down. The inheritance? A dilapidated beach shack for him, a thriving tech company for Maya. He sighed, a slow, drawn-out sound. He just wanted to go back under the covers.