The messy Attic

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The Messy Attic

I woke up one day, and I found that I had dust upon my head. I was curious were it came from. I searched my house high and low, the kitchen to check and see if anything was burning, the living room to see if the windows were open, the bathroom to... well, I had to go poop. I couldn't find the source of the grime I had woken up with upon my fine head. I realized that maybe it could of been there before I went to bed last night... 'maybe it was..' I thought. But I vaguely remembering taking a shower last night, and thought I had scrubbed my skull clean. "Maybe someone snuck in!" I shouted to no one in particular. The thought amused me a little, then.. well then it frightened me. Someone got into my house without me knowing... someone had been that close to me!? I began to panic.. 'Maybe the dust is arsnic powder, or some other strong poison to kill me?' I frantically began racing around the rooms of my cluttered house until I realized I'd probably be dead already if it was that... or it was a slow acting type and I didn't need to wory about that just yet.
But already that fear started to wander out of my head, and I almost forgot what it was I was trying to figure out. Then I sneezed... well I remembered, needless to say... the filth was starting to annoy me. It was then I realized that the powder upon my crown was multiplying, let us say spreading and growing... now it was on my shoulders... '?!?!?!' I thought. "now that's strange..." I mumbled again to the empty house. Just then a particle of dust flitted through the filtered sunlight and landed at my feet. I looked up and realized the dusty snow must be coming from the attic.
*shizer* That's the feeling I got when I though of that attic. There was things I'd put up there for a good reason.. and some things up there I knew I needed to rescue from the dust... never the less, I needed to go up there or everything down here would soon be in danger of getting dusty. 'oh well,' *sigh*. I took a deep breath and grabbed a towel to place over my mouth for flimsy protection and went up the rickety stairs to my dark attic. *click* The light flickered a little, but then it filled the room with a nice warm glow. I realized it was a little musty and *AHCHOO* and of course dusty, so i went over to the window to open it. The window seems bared heavily, and I began to wonder what had made me close it up so tight. I wrestled with it for a while and with a *groan* and a *critch* the window popped open. The breeze oustide was delicious, the light through the trees, gorgeous.
I began to sort through the things in the grungy attic. The task wasn't an easy one... there were boxes and bins, and other things... loose papers, garbage strewn accross the floor and things piled in piles that seemed to make no sense. There were very important thoughts and ideas up here, things I had hidden away in my house, my mind, things I needed now, propabably needed always.... but here there were carelessly thrown in a place I had tried to make as unpleasent as i could. I looked at the person who had done this... I saw a child. I listened to the empty house, and remembered how cold the rooms get in my mind. In the now pleasent attic, I saw my treasure trove of knowledge and in the deepest darkest corner I found my ability to learn. It was torn and tattered and beaten, as if it had suffered abuse from an impatient monkey, a scarred animal... I took the rest of the afternoon to patch up that piece of gold, and clean up what I could of the attic. I left the window open, inviting in the good and the bad.
I went down the stairs to the rest of my empty house, shivered a little at my sudden lonliness and realization of what my messiness had driven away from me... what my carelessness had lost me... but it was soon taken over by my determination to make this house hospitable again... maybe for the first time ever... After a long day of work, I realized the the dust upon my head, which I had begun to understand had been there for a long time, was begining to thin.. just a little. I layed down in my bed, and snuggled under the covers and fell asleep to a cleaner attic.