Dust Speck

Once, there was a dust speck. And he floated and bumped along, happy, innocent. He flew over the people, the world, and saw everything with a smile and the knowledge of being loved and being special. Until one morning, being alone, he had a self-reflective thought. And it dawned on him that he might actually be extremely annoying and weird. This tiny thought dragged the dust speck down, down, until he landed behind a fridge. The dust speck is still there today, with all of the other philosophical dust specks.