A Bee in the Windowsill

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I woke up to the bee carefully trying to support himself on the broken leg. He was leaning Halfway over Ladybug, but the strong external skeleton stood the test. They managed to crawl one fourth of the length of the windowsill before the bug sweat was getting too intense. This time, they both thankfully accepted my dangerous ocean. The bee was doing much better although he still wasn't ready to leave the nest that was the sill. Every day Ladybug came to visit, he moved a little bit further and every day Ladybug didn't, he didn't move at all. Even though my giant face tried to help, it just wasn't enough. One day, where the stupid visitor hadn't been to visit in a while, the bee tried to spread his wings and leaped out the window. But the pain was too great, and he landed right beside the two wasps that were still outside. Where the third one had gone, no one knew, but I hadn't time to think of it, because (weird as it was) I followed out the window in panic. I jumped and clumsily landed like a wasp crashing into the thick air and almost squished the bee even though I hadn't even thought of hugging him. I carefully lifted the bee into my palm and carried him back inside and when I tilted my hand and let him rolled back into the sill, a little wet stain was left on my hand as if a little bee had left its tears in it. When do you think Ladybug will be back? He asked me and this time I didn't not answer because it would have been weird, but because I was afraid the answer would disappoint him. We didn't see Ladybug for another few days, but eventually I heard the familiar thump coming from the window. Only this time, it was followed by a more intense buzzing than Ladybug could produce alone. As if the whole thing wasn't weird enough, a bellflower came floating through the window. Carried by a bee and two other ladybugs and directed through the window crack the flower came in through the window and was dropped right beside the bee. The little bee tears returned, but this time, I new they were from happiness. The carrying bugs immediately left through the window again, except for one ladybug that collided with the glass before finding the gap and leaving like the others. The bee gave Ladybug another hug and this time there was no awkwardness involved – expect from my part because I felt left out watching them from the corner. Thank you! I clearly heard the bee saying and I don't think it was for the flower alone. He was so happy that Ladybug had returned, that he didn't even look at the flower or at the giant face that had stood by him while Ladybug hadn't. That night, it was hard to sleep again. Ladybug and the bee stayed up all night talking and laughing, and the conversation was deafening even though I was the only one who could hear them. Eventually I did fall asleep and I dreamt of butterflies and spiders but there would be no bees in my dreams.