Gemotions

The new house felt unfamiliar, even after weeks. Sarah sat on the front porch, listlessly watching the leaves fall. The vibrant autumn colors seemed to mock her internal grayness. A profound weariness permeated her, making even simple decisions feel complicated. The stack of unopened mail on the table was a constant reminder of things left undone.

She sighed, pushing herself up with difficulty. As she walked around, examining the exterior walls, a section near the porch seemed off. A slight irregularity, a different shade of brick. She poked at it. It yielded. A door.