The dust that gathers under your bed is a

The dust that gathers under your bed is a mix of human hair, skin, soot from air polution & interstellar dust. It must have been some complex organic molecules from space combined

with a tiny leak in my waterbed that recreated the primordial soup of genesis. A spark of static from a bunny slipper against the metal bed frame was the catalyst that brought

all of these elements together one night while I was fast asleep, cuddled up to my...well, (cough, cough)never mind. I heard faint peeping from under my bed at first, but then a

gradual crescendo of peeps. Peering under the bed, I saw the problem immediately - someone had opened a portal to a chicken farm, and the baby chicks were filing one by one

. The chickens entered under his bed through the chicken farm portal, his floor was covered in a yellow carpet of baby chicks. And his cat, Salamander, had the time of his

He glared towards the blank swirling circle temporarily witholding a prize so valuable not even a ball of yarn could match it. The yellow fluff balls started flying out, Salamander

(literally) dropped his tail in fear. He scampered back from the vortex and dove for cover under a

gargantuan sun-dappled stone, which protected him. Still twitching, his fallen tail was sucked into the hungry void however: slurp! Perhaps he could get a new one someday.

"My butt feels light," he thought. No time to waste on wiggling it - launching out of the yawning abyss, he soared free, flecks of sun wheeling, coursing like joy across his body.