Dust

[Kay Sera]

With a set of quick pulls, I released the blanket, then the sheets from my bed's grasp. The sunbeam peered through the window overhead, spotlighting the flecks of dust stirred by the sudden movement. They scattered in the sunbeam, each turning to its own floaty path toward resettlement. 

Carefully, I folded the blanket and sheets into perfect squares and placed them within one of the boxes gathering in my home.

I thought about the dust and how I feel like a fleck right now. I'm all stirred up by this change, just floating around, unsure, uncertain, and looking for a new place to settle.  

[Angela]

Great reflective piece, Kay.