Gemotions

He was adrift, bobbing in a sea of monotony. The daily routine, the predictable tasks, they were suffocating. The house, a compact apartment, offered a bleak reflection of his existence. Even the sunlight seemed to evade him, preferring to stream through other people's windows.

While examining the baseboards in the hallway, he felt a draft coming from a section of the wall. He followed the chill and discovered a loose panel. He pried it open and stepped inside.

The room was tiny and smelled of old wood. A single, wooden rocking chair sat in the corner, facing a blank wall. He sat in the chair, feeling a sense of unease. He closed his eyes.