The Attack (Edited May 1st)

I ascended the stairs to my room to search for a semi-important piece of paper. I was filling out paperwork for a W-2 form to work in a local schools district, and needed to provide a copy of my drivers’ license and social security card. It was a lazy Sunday evening and the sunlight was filtering into my room through the tree branches and my window. I wasn’t thinking of the hidden danger as I began to locate this paper.
I located the photocopy after a few minutes of searching; however, I had created a slight mess of things in the process. I had to clean things up before returning to the forms. It was at this time I could have noticed the menacing threats that would soon be attacking me. Unfortunately I was no longer focused on the beauty of the strained sunlight, my only ally trying to warn me. As I turned pages over and shifted things on my desk, thousands of tiny warriors were deployed to attack me. Had I looked up at this moment I would have seen the beautiful, yet menacing dust particles looming dangerously in the shining sun. I had no idea, but a war was being fought, and I was losing.
I calmly and unknowingly continued to organize and arrange my room. As I finished one area, I moved on to another to organize and sort more dust covered items. Due to my lack of constant upkeep of this duty, I was able to keep at this task for over thirty minutes. The entire time, my nose was fighting a losing battle.
As I left my room with the important documentation in my hand, I felt a sense of pride, knowing I had cleaned my room (a task that would not be done again for another week or two). I walked back down the stairs to return to the paperwork that I had placed on the kitchen table. I added the photocopy to the two other papers, folded them, and placed them in the envelope.
I had forgotten to grab a return address label from my room, so I dashed up the stairs once more, in a hurry to complete this simple task. Suddenly, a violent sneeze erupted! My nose began to tingle afterward. This was odd... My seasonal allergies only pertain to spring and fall, not winter. My nose would not be tingling if this were a normal sneeze. I rounded the corner in the hall way and entered my room. It was then that I saw them: the countless tiny dust particles floating in my room. The same dust particles that were silently attacking my nose as I was organizing and cleaning just seconds earlier.
I knew I was in for a rough night. Even after I took my allergy medication, the sneezes kept coming. I had no choice but to wait for the dust to give up. I had lost this battle, but the Zyrtek I had just taken was going to win the war.