Gemotions

The musty odor of the house hit Iris like a slap. Her brother, Liam, had already started cataloging the items. She, on the other hand, felt a physical buzz. Her legs felt restless, her mind sharp. She couldn't stand still.

She began opening drawers, slamming them shut. She wanted to *make* something. She started pulling out fabric from a closet, her fingers already dancing over the textures and patterns.

"What are you doing?" Liam asked, his voice flat.

"I don't know," she replied, a strange feeling of exhilaration bubbling in her chest, "but I can't stop."

She grabbed scissors and started cutting, the fabric falling to the floor around her like brightly colored confetti. The house, suddenly, didn't feel like a burden, but a playground. A place for her to create.