Gemotions

The weight of the afternoon sun pressed down on him as he climbed the stairs, each step a deliberate struggle. Leo stared at the attic door, a portal to his past that he had been resisting for what felt like an eternity. He’d promised the realtor he would clear it out. Inside, the air was thick with the ghosts of forgotten things. The bucket list, discovered tucked inside a faded scrapbook, felt like a cruel joke. "Ride a hot air balloon." "Visit the Galapagos Islands." His body ached, and his eyelids felt heavy. The thought of sorting through the contents of the attic seemed to require more strength than he had to give.