Gemotions

"Ugh," groaned Maya, dropping her overflowing grocery bags onto the kitchen counter. The air in the new house felt heavy, like a humid blanket. Each item seemed to weigh double its actual size. Unpacking felt like a herculean task. She surveyed the chaos, the unpacked boxes, the overflowing trash cans, the utter lack of motivation.

Her gaze drifted to the back of the pantry. She’d been meaning to reorganize it, but the thought filled her with a profound sense of inertia. As she leaned against the wall, preparing to give up, a section of the wood shifted slightly. A hairline crack opened, revealing darkness within.