I dust the shelves and sneeze several times before continuing wiping each figurine. I personally hold no attachment to these objects, but they belong to my family. All I want is to breath the fresh cool winter air. The floating particles dance happily in the sunlight and tickle my nose. It is nice to look at in a trance, however I picture pine trees and crunching snow. I don’t want a dusty home.
A deep need to start over fills my head, and I’d like to trash all this stuff. I’d like a clean slate. I also know I can’t. These little collections of shot glasses or medals aren’t mine to get rid of.
I do take my time to move them and hold onto their bodies. I clean the faces of puppies and rabbits. I only use steady hands as not to break the fragile glass on the wooden furniture.
The least I could do now is get all the dirt, fur, and dead skin cells off of them, so I’ll have clean air.
Destinee Lea 