Gemotions

“This old place… it’s got *vibes*,” Mark muttered, eyes darting around the expansive, ornate kitchen. He felt an intense need to rearrange everything. He wanted to fill the space with new things. Sunlight poured through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The police report, detailing the unsolved murder, lay open on the granite countertop.

He started by pulling out all of the drawers and cabinets. He examined the contents and tossed them into a pile. He went through the mess of silverware and spatulas like it was a treasure hunt. An intense energy surged through him, making his muscles twitch.

“Needs… needs *something*,” he declared aloud, grabbing a hammer from the garage. The rhythmic pounding against the wall, a raw, primal beat, soothed his racing thoughts. He felt the vibrations travel through his bones.