Bee’s Call to Coziness
When Bee Dialed Up the Whole Damn Town
The sun rose soft like a buttered scone, and Bee, Whisperer of All Secrets, sat perched on her windowsill with her pastel pink flip phone in hand….yes, she has one of those, because touchscreens don’t catch secrets quite right.
Life felt tender this morning. Short. Sweet. Like a sip of Sauvignon swirling with elderflower tea. So Bee decided today wasn't going to be about the grind. Nope. Hoy se trata de la gente. Connection. Noise. Laughter. Clinking glasses. Holding close what matters most.
She flipped open her phone and started dialing.
First up? Whisker.
“Bring your cinnamon swirls and don’t ghost me again,” Bee said. Whisker groaned but agreed. That feline loves a crowd even if he claims otherwise.
Next? The Herbalist. “Red wine and raspberry leaf. You in?” The Herbalist chuckled. “Bee, ya estoy steeping.”
The texts flew next.. Steam got one. So did the sleepy squirrel in the attic. Even the snail who ran the vinyl shop got an invite. Bee moved through her list with purpose, corazón abierto, thumb tapping. No one was left out. Nadie.
Because Bee knew something most of us forget Connection is a choice. So is joy. So is showing up.
By twilight, Cozyville’s town square was glowing. Blankets tossed across the grass. Mugs of steaming chai and glasses of clove kissed rosé. Bee twirled to the music, phone tucked away now, corazón completely here.
There were no filters. No hashtags. Just friends and mismatched teacups and the soft certainty that this…esto is what matters.
Because life is short. And calling your people?
That’s the real party.