Fly

I've been stuck inside the house with this fly for two days now.
It entered--intruded--through the back door, and immediately we both regretted it.
And then, for the next 48 hours, where ever I went, so went the fly.
To the bread box.
To the bathrobe.
To the vanity.
It followed me into every room, every activity.
It watched me sleep.
And then, at the end of the second day, as I watched it slowly give way to lethargy,
its movements more and more delayed, its flight paths progressively more clumsy,
it followed me to the screen door, and together we went outside.