Everything that's in my head

Chapter 9

Cupped in a hot sweaty hand, the beetle was conveyed down a dimly lit corridor, wrapped in a piece of toilet paper. He waited breathlessly in the inky confines of his captor’s dressing gown pocket and waited for an unknown fate.
After some serious negotiation, a door buzzed open and both of them were in a brightly lit space in the middle of which a fountain gurgled contentedly. The air was fresh and scented with spring flowers so sweet you could almost taste it and in stark contrast to the fetid air of the room they had just left. His captor gently pulled the toilet paper out from his pocket and placed it on the ground. The beetle felt a little self-conscious arriving as he did on the ground bestride a throne of soft white paper, most regal in his new found majesty. He had tamed the beast and now the noble savage was venerating him. What a turn round. He turned and looked up at the towering figure above him, waved an antenna as a way of a goodbye and walked into the dark and mysterious undergrowth.