A windless draft dragged in a drifting debris. A small feather, floating mindlessly and aimless in my humble abode.
I laid on the bed, writing notes of inspiration, and words of wisdom. My inspiration and my wisdom, at any rate.
I spotted it as it descended in front of the screen. I watched it closely, as it almost landed near the keyboards. Then I made to grab it, but the draft of my own hand pushed it away, floating ever higher.
I tracked the little critter, and moved my arms about ever quicker, trying desperately to catch it in my hands. It teased me, laughing as it dances in the air. I pursed my lips, a frown forming on my forehead.
Now it's annoying.
I placed the laptop on the desk, and, with careful precision, made a grab for it with both hands. It feels as if I had it. I looked up.
There's nothing there now. So it much be in my palms. Only one way to find out.
I opened my palm slightly.
It flew out of there, almost in a hurry. No!
It pirouetted in the air again, spinning a beautiful turn near the window. It turned once more, waving its goodbye, before floating outwards into the world outside.
I smiled, and shook my head.