"Sleep a little more, it's too early for you to wake up" said the cloud from a distant hushed voice, reaching his fingers to lightly touch her forehead.
In between pulling her covers to fit in more snug, and giving the cloud a half dead gaze, the sleeping bee let a flicker of smile dance on her lips— so sweet and dutiful. The cloud nodded with a responsible fondness and smiled back.
"I shan't be long, I have just a few places to rain. Have a good day today, and don't go buzzing too far. Your wings are but dainty" and having said this,the cloud wafted off, leaving the now asleep bee sprawled carelessly on her spotless cloud bed, snug and protected.
The sun was up when the bee was still trying to halfheartedly fight her will to leave her bed; her shiny bright comfortable pristine room; Made of white wisps of dew and invisible cloud flakes. She peered down at the greenery far away, away from the blues and whites of her house and skies.
"That's where I'm going to be about today" thought the bee, preening her gossamer dainty wings, eyeslashes still matted in sleep, from under which peeked a pair of searching eyes.
By afternoon, the bee was fully awake, she brushed her polka dotted bodice and loosened her wings..diving deep, straight and right into the distant greens.
The greens were lush and lovely, and the bee soon tired of prancing around..found herself steering towards another bee.
"Such a strange bee, it's so big and yellow and orange, and black and gold. Does it it fly too, or does it just stare like so at the sky?" thought the bee, as it circled this strange large bee and soon came to know that it was a sunflower.
Days passed and the bee didn't realize when she'd silently sneak out of her cloud to meet with this strange sunflower bee.
"I love you so dear flower, I love it here with you. You're a bee like me, and together we will fly"
The sunflower assured her, loved her, bathed her in honey and stroked her wings.
"The cloud feels white, cold and dull, and there's never any honey" the bee often complained.
"I understand, for my soil is cold and clammy", he'd assure her and they'd laugh and love.
Days were merged into nights and nights were a daze, when one day the bee burnt a wing.
Hurt and alone and writhing in pain she decided to fly to her flower bee, and ask him to leave her soil "I'll ask him to fly away with me. Always be mine. He doesn't like this soil, just as much as I don't like the cloud.
We could be free and flying and happy" she allowed herself a little selfish thought. "Yes, this is not wrong" she consoled herself
"Look bee, see, I've a little bud", she suddenly heard her sunflower's voice. Her darling flower was talking to her; ripping a hole through her soul with these words. Her darling flower bee brooding and glinting under the summer sun. His voice left a trail of laughter most exquisite.. "Look, my own little bud. From our soil"
"Oh" she said
"Come with me, we can fly" she wanted to say, but "I'm such a silly bee" was all she thought.
So, back she made her way. Back to the cool loft of her cloud, back to its familiar chill.
"A bud, a bud, a bud has sprung, and I have a burnt wing" she mused.
"Dark Amber, sweet sweet honey, I leave behind now as I fly, for my wings are burnt and they need to mend. And the honey is sweet, the honey is kind the honey we shared, will always be mine..in memories..—now we have some other place to be"— she knew where she had to be, as she looked up to see the cloud blow gentle breeze to soothe her singed wings.
