Gemotions

The ascent to the attic felt like climbing a mountain. Robert's legs burned with the effort. He'd been working late all week, and the thought of this extra task was the last straw. The sun was hot on his neck.

He found a large, dusty mirror leaning against the wall. He picked it up, trying to wipe away the grime. He gazed at his reflection, noting the lines etched on his face, the weariness in his eyes. He set the mirror down.

Behind the mirror, he discovered a small box containing a collection of old postcards. They depicted exotic locations, each one a window to a different world. He ran a finger across a postcard showing a tropical beach. He closed his eyes, imagining himself there.