The Fly

I heard the buzz of the fly before I looked at the black spot blocking my view of the day outside. Beyond that lonely fly was a tree swaying in the wind, a car passed lazily by, flashing a shadow on the sidewalk. The fly crawled slightly, taking in as much f the view as I was, except he still didn't realize he couldn't enter this grand world through the window. He flew slightly to another spot on the window, my eyes following his spastic movement as he proceeded to attack the glass to no avail. I brought my hand to neck height and held together in a loose clasp.

He jumped up and buzzed again as he flew through the air, in a mad dash to get through the firm glass. The sound of wind chimes made it feel as if we were outside. He landed on the glass and moved has hands as he got ready to try to pierce the window. I wondered what it would be like to stand sideways, would I feel like I was about to fall? Or maybe like one side was heavier than the other? Maybe the blood would rush to that side and my other arm would be numb. But then again maybe it would be like now, since I'm supposedly sitting sideways right now, and it would be so normal that I wouldn't notice at all.

My cat stood on the bench on the other side of the window, watching the poor fly try to shatter the glass to escape to freedom. The fly flew once more and landed on a different spot once more. MY cat put up his paw and tapped the glass on his side as well, scratching it, trying to feel through to the other side of the window.

The fly became desperate, that cat was sure to break through at any time. He flew farther ways from the glass, his body now parallel to the ground and hit the window a few times before settling once more to his work of worming a hole through the glass. My cat grew bored of the pointless chase, and jumped down and walked out of site to do what cats do when no one watches.

I separated my hands and tapped the glass, causing a large vibration through the window that the fly detected immediately. He got up and decided the window would not break. I moved my hands to rest on the sofa near each other, each five fingers making a pair of ten. He flew around in rapid zigzags throughout the room the 'buzz' lasting longer than before, a black dot, flying in a yellow room. He moved to the flower designed sofa and began to search for plant life that would tell him that he had escaped to the outside. He wandered towards my hand.

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