Gemotions

Liam woke up in his old bed, the sheets smelling faintly of lavender, a scent his mother always used. He felt a sudden, sharp pang of irritation, a feeling he quickly stifled. The room, once a sanctuary, now felt small, the walls closing in.

He found himself avoiding his parents, retreating to the basement, where he could immerse himself in the world of video games. The loud bursts of sounds were a good distraction.

His father knocked at the door, "Liam, dinner is almost ready." Liam grunted in response, but he didn't move. He felt a profound resistance to leaving the dim, isolated space.