In Which Random Characters I've Never Met Appear

 I hope you like my mutant bunny 

Today is Day 4 of the Writer's Camp with Bella DeLallo! A few days ago, we chose plot bunnies to write little pieces on. There was the option to use it in the book I was writing....but I got carried away and started something random. So you get to enjoy this very random, out of the blue plot. *shrugs*

My Bunny was: The dust caught dancing in the sun rays isn't dust at all. The dust only encases something much, much different. 

So here goes:

Dawn broke gently, filtering through the softly flapping curtain. Stephen Kerr relished waking up slowly. He stretched each limb in turn, then reached over to the bedside table and grabbed his glasses, pushing them up his nose. He scooted up on his pillow to watch the dust motes catch the light. It had been a long time since he had had the luxury of not having to get up and go at all hours of the night, so he planned to milk it fully.

His watch beeped and he sighed. Pressing the side button, he said into it, “Yeah?”

“You up?” said a voice from his watch.

“Sure am.”

“You are still in your pajamas.”

“Is it really necessary to have a security cam in here?”

“I believe so. You know policy.”

Stephen swung his legs out from under the blankets and as he stood up, said under his breath, “Yes I do.”

“Are you muttering about me again?” his watch buzzed.

“Sure am.”

“Attitude, Kerrzy. Attitude.”

“You can come in here and talk to me if you want to have a conversation. You know all of this is recorded.”

“I am currently enjoying a piece of your sister’s pumpkin pie with homemade whipped cream. I think I’ll let you come and find me.”

Stephen rolled his eyes. “Glad you’re enjoying this, Bradley.”

“Yes I am. It’s nice to eat breakfast for once.”

Stephen pulled on a t-shirt and sighed. It was going to be nice to have breakfast. And to just take a day to rest where nobody would be looking for him.

“I’m surprised I’m asking this,” Bradley said, obviously with his mouth full. “But there’s only one piece of pie left. You want some?”

Stephen chuckled and was about to answer when he suddenly felt lightheaded. He grabbed onto the dresser to steady himself. He expected it to quickly pass, but when it did not he got a little concerned. So, obviously, did Bradley, as he said, “Hey, you okay man?”

Stephen quickly went over his morning. He had not eaten anything and had not drank anything either. So what in the world…. He swung around. The curtain had been flapping. He had made sure that the window was closed last night, hadn’t he? Of course he had. Battling his quickly blurring vision, he stepped forward and pulled the curtain open, ignoring Bradley’s voice. His stomach churned as he immediately caught sight of a little tube inserted through the barely cracked window. A dust mote drifted out of the tube—dust mote?

“I’m an idiot,” Stephen said, just as the blackness overtook his vision and he toppled to the ground.