When I was little I dreamt I was a honeybee.
In my sleep, I shrunk down to the size of my big toe,
Tiny and bumbling, constantly buzzing--
I grew thirty three thousand little hairs
And my body was wrapped with bands of yellow and black,
Just like my favorite pair of striped socks.
I flew from flower to flower,
Intoxicated by the promise of perfume scented petals--
They smelled like my mother.
That’s when she came into my bedroom,
Kissed my forehead, and softly whispered in my ear,
“Honey, are you ready to wake up?”
