Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, a grey curtain obscuring the outside world. Michael, soaked to the bone from the quick dash from his car, was already regretting the move. This old house, with its leaky roof and drafty windows, felt cursed. He just wanted a place to call his own.

He slammed his fist against the wall in frustration. A faint hollow sound resonated. He ran his knuckles across the plaster, searching. The hidden latch was cleverly concealed, but he eventually found it.

The door swung inward with a creak. Inside, sunlight streamed through a small window, illuminating a sun-drenched space. The room held a single, beautifully crafted rocking chair, facing the window. The thought of this place, of this new beginning, calmed him. He felt an inexplicable joy bubbling inside.

He sat in the chair, the wood surprisingly comfortable against his back. He closed his eyes, listening to the rain, finally feeling at peace.