Darkness surrounds me.

The light comes in spurts, blinding.

When it comes, some of us go and new ones arrive.

Every time, I’m pushed even further back.

The graying bowl of bleu cheese keeps me company.

She’s okay but it’s hard to be beside her as the days go on. The baking soda stopped working months ago, so I’m told, so the smells are free to mix and combine.

Ms. Bleu is not great to be next to for another reason. Some of her fuzz has blown on to me.

I can feel it growing.

One day soon, they say clean out day will come.

They say that is when when I will go.

It is the fate of all things with the fuzz.

So I wait.

In the darkness.

To see which final burst of light will be my last.