Fly

A fly just buzzed through the living room. Where the hell did the fly come from? From the the sink? From the emply milk tea cups? From the dead bugs on the glueboard? From the flower pots with rotten leaves and fruit? I don't know.

It rested on the camera for a while and then took off. It rested on the scented candle on the shelf. It buzzed towards the ceiling light and flew away. Sometimes it flew back and stayed motionless on top of the screen. When my hand got close, it flew away again. It just kept spinning around in the air, droning as it flew, messing with my mind.

The fly just appeared out of nowhere. I hope it will be gone by the morning.