I lay on the wooden table. I was thinking about what I saw earlier that day. I need to process it.

I remember seeing about a hundred mini people, all wearing a white outfit. Two of them approached me. One with a camera, which was flashing in my face. Why would you want to take a picture of me? I am just an ordinary bee that likes to buzz around.  I collect pollen and honey is my destiny. I thought.

The second man was touching my leg and he was holding a briefcase. What was he doing?