Gemotions

He felt his energy wane as he wrestled the attic door open. Sunlight streamed in, highlighting the dust. The thought of starting this whole project filled him with a profound disinterest. He'd much rather stay here, and do nothing.

The air hung still and heavy, and he could feel the moisture clinging to his skin. He glanced at the stacks of old boxes, their contents unknown, and the task at hand seemed daunting. His feet felt planted in place.

He saw a collection of old vinyl records tucked away in a corner. He reached for them. They were like a beacon of some bygone era. He thought about going back downstairs to retrieve his record player. It seemed like a good idea.