It Figures #35

Dust Bunny
Is a spun wad of apprehension.
He’s afraid that he’s not
Real,
That he is only a dream
Dreaming a dream of running
Dirty across the floor.

Dreaming of sleeping
Under your bed.
Dust bunny may be just a wish of vapor
A curl of shadow seen only
From just the right angle.

He is afraid
He is only a trick of light
And not really there,
A product of someone’s imagination
Subject to annihilation
Upon being forgotten.

Under the furniture,
Always in the bedroom
Hiding
Afraid to be seen,
Yet
Terrified to not be.