Gemotions

The house felt like a constant reminder of all she was failing to achieve. She stared at her reflection, and she barely recognised herself. The vibrant, ambitious woman she used to be had been swallowed by the relentless demands of her life. She needed to escape.

She’d been attempting to repair a leaky faucet, the sound of the dripping water driving her to the brink. In the back of the utility closet, she noticed a section of the wall that seemed newer, more recently painted. She poked at it, her fingers tingling with a mixture of fear and excitement. The wall gave way, revealing a narrow passage, a breath of air from a world she didn't know existed.