I had this dream. I was paralyzed in bed, couldn’t move, but at least I was kind of breathing. I-I tried so hard to open my eyes, but I could only see much. The little bird on the window, this little bird kept tapping on the window, this little bird is trying to talking to me.
“Oh little bird, whats the matter?” I mumbled.
Little bird must be lost
Little bird must find its way
Little bird where’s your mother?
Little bird am I a bother?
And before this little bird could speak to me, he turned his back and faced these dark, periwinkled clouds, extended his bright feathered wings and swoosh! He flew to the sky.
And just like that,
I lived another day.
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