Gemotions

The dust motes danced in the sunbeams that pierced through the living room window, a silent mockery of his immobility. He should be cleaning, unpacking the boxes that remained stacked in the corner, but the thought filled him with a bone-deep weariness. He sat, immobile, on the floor.

The realtor’s sunny disposition evaporated when they discovered the truth. The house, she explained, was where a missing person was never found. Now, the space around him felt vast, empty, and oppressive. It was the same bleak feeling that had consumed his life for years.