Trapped

I was a fly in the bakery case just whizzing around the cakes and tarts.
At first, I enjoyed the chocolate croissants, but after gorging myself I suddenly realized I was trapped by glass.
I couldn’t get out of the glass box and people were looking at me with disdain.
It seems I annoyed everyone and they tried to shoo me away.
I was confused and started to have a crisis of conscience. Why was I so miserable when it seemed to be a paradise of heavenly treats? I just wanted to be outside and free in the wind.
All I could do was nibble on a cheese danish and wait for death by psychological warfare.
Then, I took my medicine and decided I’d live and wait until the glass door opened and make my exit.

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