It was a nice day, so I opened the window.
I saw him come in through the corner of my eye, the smallest of my periphery.By the time I could see him clearly, it was too late.
He flew around the room, careful not to get too close, and I pretended not to notice. I just assumed he would leave, but he stayed all winter long.
When spring came, I got distracted by a spider, and I don't know what became of him. He may have been in the corner, or he may have flown away, but by the time the spider had left, he was sitting on my wall as if he had been there the whole time. When the moth showed up to distract me while my body got rid of the venom, he flew around the room. He once tried to land on my foot, but I quickly brushed him off.
When the moth left, he began to make more noise. He landed on my hand, but this time I held still. We stared at each other, afraid to move, and he eventually flew away. Whether I left my hand in the same place or not, he always came back, but only for short visits.
He started to tease me, flying around the room, buzzing in my ear for a split second now and again. He zipped away before I could turn my head, not staying long enough or getting close enough to be caught. So I left the window open, but he wouldn't leave. I quickly grew tired of this.
I have terrible aim, so I only got his wing or maybe his leg. Now he sits, wounded but proud, in the windowsill. I hope he flies away.
But then what would I think about?