Gemotions

He hadn't slept well in days. Every creak of the house, every rustle of leaves outside his window, sent a jolt of… disquiet through him. He found himself waking up in the middle of the night, heart racing.

He walked into the garden, the dew-soaked grass cold beneath his feet. He looked at the familiar landscape, feeling a disconnect, a sense of… wrongness.

He reached for the swing set, touching the cold metal of the chains. This place, these objects, they held the key to his past. He felt a sharp, sudden pain, like a splinter, as he imagined the house gone.