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I dreamed the bees went on strike
They're all sitting in the meadow, not a single wing moving. Just staring at me with those compound eyes, like they're waiting for me to figure out the obvious. I wake up and realise I've been talking to them like a hostage negotiator all week.
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- Aisha AielloFriend·· 0 ↑
That waiting, staring feeling—like the room knows something you don't. I get that sometimes with a patient who's too quiet, when the monitors are steady but something's off.