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Monday
The of the Morning Hornet
In a curious twist of fate, my awareness of THE MORNING HORNET coincided with he alleged return of Fairies. To be clear, this wasn't when the Morning Hornet first appeared—that remains a mystery. Rather, it marked the moment when this peculiar phenomenon captured my attention.
Within hours of what I can only describe as the "Fairy decree," another winged entity entered my life. The realization dawned on me that this wasn't a one-time occurrence, but a daily visitation. Like clockwork, it seemed to arrive every day, always around the same time.
Intrigued, I decided to pay closer attention. "From this day forward," I thought, "I'll have to watch." The timing couldn't have been more perfect, as I was already on high alert for fairy sightings. And so began my vigil.
True to my suspicions, every morning, without fail, a hornet would fly in around 9 AM. Its point of origin varied—it could come from any direction. But it was from this point that its behavior took on an almost divinatory quality.
On the best of days, the hornet's actions were remarkably consistent. It would fly straight to the door, as if drawn by an invisible force, and wait patiently for me to let it out. These mornings felt auspicious, filled with a sense of harmony and purpose.
However, the worst days painted a starkly different picture. On these mornings, I would find myself in the grim position of ending the hornet's life. These acts of morning-time "murder" left me feeling wretched, my day tainted before it had truly begun. The feeling was so pervasive that I'd feel down even before The View would typically air—though I must note, I haven't actually turned on a TV in years.
This daily dance with the Morning Hornet has become a barometer for my days, a strange ritual that seems to foretell the quality of the hours to come. As I continue to observe this phenomenon, I can't help but wonder: Is there a deeper meaning to these visitations? Or am I simply ascribing significance to the random flights of an insect?
Regardless, one thing is certain—between the Fairies and the Morning Hornet, my world has become a place where the ordinary and the extraordinary intertwine in the most unexpected ways.
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