On The Same Level

The moment I walked in my room, terror seized my entire body. There was a wasp the size of my teacher’s face mole, buzzing around frantically in circles. It was big, black, and heinous. And it was in my room, and it was accelerating. I remained still. Could it smell my fear? Did it know I had never been stung before? Now, it was banging up against the window ferociously. It just wanted so desperately to get out as much as I wanted it out. And so I opened the window, and let it buzz along into the spring sunlight.