Phobi

All sweat as my body trembled with fear. These things in my stomach aren’t butterflies at all. They turned out to be bees that were just being disturbed in their quiet beehive. Now they’re angry and hurrying hither thither….Oh such noise they make! I'm beginning to feel restless and fidgetty. I might faint…Oh I cant breathe…Give me some air! Open the door!… I’ll rather take the stairs!