dust particles

i had heavy eyes, all the shapes in the room blurred together. i dipped my hands in water and poured some on my face. it felt cool, strands of hair sticking to skin. the sun lured me into the living room where a young man was sitting. on the couch, his back curved and head down. his hair was messy from the night, but in a sense charming. i walked across the carpet to where the sun was spilling out of the curtain onto the floor. it was only a sliver of light that leaked through and crept onto darkness. i laid down next to the exposed light and put my hand in it. the air was warm, i could see the tiniest dust particles dancing with no sense of gravity or time. the back of my hand grew hot, palm dark from lack of sun. as i stood up, the shadows moved slightly at a consistent pace. i looked out the window to the sight of trees in wind. branches sway from lack of stability. leaves falling ever so often. i held my breath to keep the wind from blowing, the leaves falling. the trees grew still.