Gemotions

He saw the listing late at night, the blue light of the screen illuminating his face in the darkness. The familiar facade of his childhood home stared back at him, the details of the listing strangely mocking. A coldness settled in his chest.

He reread the description, each meticulously chosen word grating on his nerves. The mention of the “spacious backyard” and the “updated landscaping” felt like a personal affront. He couldn't shake the feeling of being an intruder, an unwelcome guest.

He got up and wandered into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. It sloshed precariously in his hand. He didn't know what to do with himself. Sleep, it seemed, was impossible. He paced the living room, a ghost in his own life.