Gemotions

The moving boxes seemed to weigh a ton. Clara dragged herself into the kitchen, arms heavy at her sides. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, a scene she usually loved. Today, though, it just felt… irritating. She sighed, pushing a stray strand of hair from her face. Everything felt like a monumental effort, even the simple act of breathing.

“Just need coffee,” she muttered, her voice thick. The coffee maker sat on the counter, taunting her with its promise of a jumpstart that felt miles away. As she reached for the filter, a strange draft swept across her ankle. Investigating, she found the baseboard in the hallway didn't quite meet the floor.

Curiosity, a rare visitor today, nudged at her. Kneeling, she tugged at the loose wood. It popped open, revealing a dark cavity.