Gemotions

The sunlight sliced through the dust motes in the attic, illuminating a room she never knew existed. She had been searching for the box of Christmas decorations, a task she usually found a little joy in, but today, it just seemed like another chore. The silence of the old house pressed in on her, the silence of a life now changed. A strange, metallic smell hung in the air, hinting at something hidden and forgotten.

She stumbled upon a section of wall that felt different. Prodding at the seemingly solid wood, she discovered a barely perceptible seam. The wall slid inward, revealing a small, windowless space. A single, wooden rocking chair sat in the center of the room. It stood there like a sentinel, and the emptiness of the space reflected the space inside her.