They had all been boxed up together. Working away at their lives and retiring to their boxes at the end of the day. They were like ants, she thought. Or were they bees?
She was at the centre of all the boxes, looking out. Not working. Just watching all the coming and goings.
Even when she was in her room and she couldn’t even see the other ants, she could hear them. Ants, bees, whatever they were. She heard them and saw them every day in the same places.