Bees. the color of snowflakes

Bees…the color of snowflakes.

I was in a room. Large, long, almost like a wide hallway, high ceiling, warmly lit, hard marble floor smooth but curved. On the left side of the room were large windows starting form the front all the way to the back of the room and on the right side were doors also leading from front to back. There was a lounge couch at the end of the room, there was a door behind the couch, my coat was on the couch, I want my coat so I walk towards it. My heels are clip clop on the marble floor I look down, and my feet are hoofed, like a satyr. I walk down the long room; I turn my head to look out the windows. It was cloudy outside and the room was high up above the ground. I can see the ground though on the horizon. It was all smooth stone pavement, hilly, hazy, shades of grey, I know all about shades of grey. I hear doors behind me opening and closing and people talking, I don’t turn around though. I look forward to get my coat. I reach the couch and grab my coat, I need to look behind the couch, and I have to for some reason. Behind the couch are tiny beehives. I tap one gently, foolishly and bees, white bees, albino bees horde out by the thousands covering the room like snow flakes, the buzzing sound you would naturally hear from a horde of bees sound more like a gentle wind blown through a flute. Some of the snow-bees start to land on me but do not sting me. I’m covered like a snowman now, again I say the bees do not sting me, instead they whisper to me, tiny whispers all at the same time, the snow is trying to tell me something, I am completely covered with the snow, the snow bees, its heavy, there heavy, I start to quiver, and they hold me tight, they keep on with the whisper, there words are blended with the wind-which is there wings, so many chatter to me softly, snow flake bees. I feel there frustration, cause I cannot make out what they are trying to tell me, trying to get me to do something, to many all at once to much for me to understand, they fly off me and fly away, my coat disappears out of my hand and I start searching for my coat.

December 25th 2006