Early Memory 2
I was lying on my parent's bedroom floor. The carpet was gold. Light was shining through the window; the sunbeam revealing so many particles of dust. Is there always this much dust? Is our house extra dirty? I didn't mind either way because I liked those dust particles. I liked how they were hidden in the air until a sunbeam exposed them, freeing them. I thought maybe those little specks held all the answbers to questions I knew were there, questions that danced in the parts of my mind that I couldn't access, but I knew they were there just the same.