Where the bees carried me

It was very hot so I opened the window. Seconds later a plague of bees came into my room. There were so many of them and they were so strong that they blocked the door and I couldn't escape. They were fast, slowly they turned my room into a beehive.

In a panic, I dove into the bed and covered myself with the blanket to shield myself from the onslaught of bees in the room. The unbearable buzzing continued, getting louder, and louder, and louder...

Until it suddenly just... Stopped. Peaking out from under my bed covers I see a jungle?! What the hell, I think before jumping from my bed onto the red...

mercury sand. I sniffed the air filling my nostrils with wet moss and strong tree sap. From the look of things, this place seemed awfully familiar. I turned to the right and saw a withered brownish paper sticking in between

Two popsicle sticks stuck in the dirt. I crouched down to read the paper. In careful print it read “HERE LIES SQUIRMY, A FINE WORM AND A FINE COMPANION. YOU ARE MISSED.” I poured a drop of seltzer on the ground for Squirmy.