on thoughts appearing / the unimportance of importance

I wish I were a bumblebee, she wrote suddenly. Then she frowned to herself. Where had that come from? Perhaps it was a song or a quote from something. That was very possible. She was always quoting various phrases from books, movies, poems, plays, or songs. Some of the quotations were funny, others were serious, and some just seemed proper for the situation.

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. If it were from a song or a book, or even anything else, she had absolutely no recollection of what it was. Of only one thing she was certain: the phrase was not true. She had never wished or even imagined being a bumblebee. It was a ridiculous thought. But why did it seem so important?

"Maybe it is the unimportance that makes it seem like it is important," she told herself aloud. "Like in detective novels when the murderer lays a trap and the detective only figures it out because everything is 'too easy.'" She shrugged to the empty room. "Or perhaps I'm just being silly. There is no such thing as 'too easy' in real life, only fiction."

She dismissed the strange thought from her head with a wave of her hand. Then she picked up her pen and continued to write furiously on the small sheet of paper.