There was a bee in my room today. Its buzz startled me from a mid morning nap. I have never been stung, but am afraid to try it… I have too many allergies as it is.

Ms. Bee was frantically trying to get through the blinds. I don’t think she realized the window was closed. I wanted to help, but my fear kept me still… I didn’t want to scare her and risk my own life for one with a two week span.

From the sound of her buzz, she too was scared… she wanted out, but she couldn’t find a way. The light from the outside must have given her a blind hope. Once she got through the blinds, her buzz grew more alarmed. There was no escape! She was trapped between glass and plastic slates, knowing that her demise would be met soon.

I wanted so badly to set her free, to guide her to the outdoors… but my fear held me still. I wanted to convince her that I was safe and wanted the best for her, but there is no reasoning with a frightened bee. Her terrified buzz kept me away.

The buzzing has since stopped. I hope Ms. Bee somehow found her way through a vent or a door- into the familiar sights of nature. I hope she is free to carry out her life purpose until old age brings it to an end. I hope she is back with her sisters… I am afraid to open my blinds and discover her there. I felt quite empathetic towards that little bee.