Virus

I started as an ooze. A colorless, odorless ooze that stuck to the bottom of your shoe. You didn’t notice me, but I noticed you. I crawled into your shoe, soaked into your sock and tickled your arch. You didn’t seem to mind. I squished up your ankle. I bit behind your knee and when you scratched, I transferred under your fingernails. I quite like it here under your red nail polish. I can see everything.

At night, I wander out to your nostrils and move in.

The next morning, you sneeze and I’m on an adventure, sad to see you go.