The perspective of a bee

  As I flew on to something that smelt like cotton, I realized I had landed on a human being. I was petrified thinking what would happen to me. This was the very first time I had gone to collect nectar and I had a bad feeling this would be my last if I didn't act fast. I thought about using my only weapon, my stinger. The consequence of that would be me not alive which I obviously didn't want. I felt awful and sorry for all the bees because they only get to use their stinger once. "Hmm..", I thought. I remembered that the human didn't notice me yet. I camouflaged into her yellow shirt that was the perfect shade of yellow for me to hide. All of a sudden someone said, " A bee! Ew!" My eyes widened. I charged into full speed. I  went as fast as than those huge things called cars or something. My family screamed when I came flying into the hive. " Were you guys scared I was gone for an hour?" I asked, panting. 
"You were gone for one and a half..." Everyone said.
"One and a half hours, right?" I said jumping.
"No, One and a half minutes!" Everyone laughed.