Gemotions

The office air conditioning was a frigid blast. Michael shivered slightly, but he still couldn't seem to shake off the sense of weariness that had settled over him. He was supposed to be working. But instead, he'd stumbled upon the listing for his childhood home. He let out a long yawn, his jaw cracking.

The photographs blurred slightly as he squinted at the screen. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, trying to clear his vision. The familiar outline of the house, now modernized, stirred a deep ache in his chest. He felt himself sinking into the chair, the weight of the day dragging him down.

The feeling of wanting to close his eyes and drift away was overwhelming.