Gemotions

The weight of the new house bore down on her, a physical manifestation of her discontent. Everything felt wrong, off-kilter. The silence was particularly unnerving, broken only by the hum of the refrigerator. While rearranging the guest room, she felt a cold draft near the baseboard. She ran her hand along the wall and her fingers found a hidden seam. With a gentle push, a small door clicked open.

A small room, filled with a single, antique mirror, greeted her. The mirror was ornate, its frame intricately carved. She stared at her own reflection, the face looking back at her worn and weary. As she locked eyes with herself, she felt something break inside.