Eye Fly

My pet fly lives in my eye. Loyal, true, and obedient. So well trained. He (my bias; he may be she) goes where I gaze. Up, down, in, out.

He flies around the room and back on my command. Today, when I brushed N’s teeth, I flew him in and out of N’s mouth and up his nose. 

If I forget who he is, I swat him on my food or flying in the door. I swat air.

Sometimes, he startles me. More than sometimes.

Slowly, day by day, he melts away. Soon he will be gone.

I will miss him.

HE'S BACK!!! FOREVER!