Gemotions

He stared at the unlit bulb, refusing to go change it, even though he knew he should. John was in the spare room, surrounded by unpacked boxes and the lingering scent of old paint. The new house, with its quirks and character, seemed to mock his current state. He felt like he was slogging through quicksand.

He leaned against the wall, his head resting against the cool surface. He noticed a slight difference in the texture of the plaster, a tiny bump that his fingers recognized. He pressed, a faint click sounded, and the wall gave way.

A hidden room, small and dark, stood revealed. The air felt colder, heavier. John closed his eyes, then slowly opened them again. He’d think about it later.