Gemotions

The sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Each step across the floor felt like a monumental effort. A sense of inertia settled over him. His sister, Sophia, was already making plans, her voice animated, while he just wanted to retreat.

“We can start sorting through the attic tomorrow,” she said. He just nodded, the effort of speaking too high a price to pay. He made his way to the couch, yearning for the comfort it offered, a feeling of stillness. He needed to be removed.