11 April 2012
I write this from my bed.
Every morning, when I'm still lying in my bed in that glorious half-awake state, I like to watch the light. The beam of light that spills through the crack in my curtains. I watch all the tiny particles of dust swirling through the light as if guided by some unseen hand. I like to pretend that each glittering speck represents somebody somewhere in the world, going about their own independent business. Sometimes they bump into other dust people, who alter their course momentarily. It's never long before they drift back to their own path, their own life.
It makes getting out of bed seem a lot less daunting when I think of all the people in the world who are doing it with me.
Dancing Dust People • Opuss № I