Gemotions

The doorbell chimed, a cheerful sound that grated on David’s nerves. He shuffled to the door, his feet heavy. He opened it to find a delivery man, holding a package. He signed for it with a shaky hand, the pen feeling cumbersome. The news about the house had hit him hard.

Inside, he dropped the package onto the kitchen table with a thud. He stood there, staring at it, the colorful box a stark contrast to the muted hues of his surroundings. He couldn't bring himself to open it. He felt paralyzed, unable to move forward. He felt as if everything he did required a tremendous effort.

He needed to eat something, but the thought of preparing food was exhausting. Instead, he simply wandered through the rooms of the house, his hands trailing along the walls, the air thick with an unspoken sorrow.