Gemotions

“Well, this is unexpected,” Michael muttered, staring at the screen. The listing for his childhood home had popped up while he was idly browsing. The reality of it, the cold concrete of the listing and all its slick imagery, hit him with a physical force.

He tried to focus, to read the details, but his vision blurred. He felt sluggish, unable to engage with the words. His shoulders slumped, and he stared blankly, the vibrant photos becoming a jumble of colors, a world away from his memory. He felt the impulse to just shut the whole thing down, switch off the computer, and crawl into bed.