The spot...moved. A simple dark dot on the linoleum floor was swaying; back and forth and side-to-side.
Maybe I should turn on some music...but it seemed to be hearing something I couldn't.
The edges of darkness blurred as it started inching toward me. An inch or so in diameter, I had time to consider as it approached.
It would pause often to continue the slow swaying to and fro. I detected a hint of sound as it did so; as if someone was humming under their breath. I was alone but for the dot.
I lay in bed, watching its slow and halting progress. What did it want with me? I saw no mouth that it could nibble on me with...
So I let it climb up my bed frame...it seemed to wrap itself around the post; so there was substance...not just shadow.
It swayed and blurred as it crossed the checkered sheet and...started for the open window. The curtain fanned over the bed as the wind pushed and pulled it playfully.
Suddenly, the little black dot stood (or rather stretched upward) to its full height and let the wind catch it in its current. It went swinging out my bedroom window. I am touched with a sort of longing that I will never know what it was or how it got here. I never reached out my hand to pet it ever so gently as I so wanted to. Now it is gone, as a bit of pollen out of tune with the autumn season.
Maybe I should turn on some music...but it seemed to be hearing something I couldn't.
The edges of darkness blurred as it started inching toward me. An inch or so in diameter, I had time to consider as it approached.
It would pause often to continue the slow swaying to and fro. I detected a hint of sound as it did so; as if someone was humming under their breath. I was alone but for the dot.
I lay in bed, watching its slow and halting progress. What did it want with me? I saw no mouth that it could nibble on me with...
So I let it climb up my bed frame...it seemed to wrap itself around the post; so there was substance...not just shadow.
It swayed and blurred as it crossed the checkered sheet and...started for the open window. The curtain fanned over the bed as the wind pushed and pulled it playfully.
Suddenly, the little black dot stood (or rather stretched upward) to its full height and let the wind catch it in its current. It went swinging out my bedroom window. I am touched with a sort of longing that I will never know what it was or how it got here. I never reached out my hand to pet it ever so gently as I so wanted to. Now it is gone, as a bit of pollen out of tune with the autumn season.
