Gemotions

The flashlight beam trembled in Leo's hand as he cautiously stepped into the attic's gloom. He felt a familiar knot tightening in his stomach. He’d been meaning to explore this space for months, yet the mere thought had filled him with a potent sense of dread. He felt weighted down, unable to initiate even the simplest tasks.

He found a collection of old vinyl records in a cardboard box. He pulled out a record sleeve, its artwork faded. The artist was unknown to him, but the title was ‘Unfolding.’

The record’s presence made him feel a sense of frustration. The music's presence was like a taunt.