"I always wanted to become a bird" the man thought as he walked through the sun-licked woods. Gliding on thermals...above all of the chaos.

An owl landed on a nearby branch... "Whoooo? Whooo?"

The owl looked straight into the man's eyes...a gust of wind suddenly enveloped him. The trees swayed back...forth...back...forth...a hypnotic feeling for him. Comforting.

The owl opened his giant wings, and the man felt his skin start to tingle...he looked down at his arms and saw feathers sprout from them with the noise of a soft pop-scratch. His hands moved to his face, where his nose had started to merge with his upper lip. The crackling sound of a hardening beak disappeared into the rustle of the trees above.

A rush of nervous, yet excited energy overcame him as his hands started to blend into the growth of his feathers, as the owl on the nearby branch started to slowly flap his wings...

RIIIIIIING - he woke up, heart pounding, beads of sweat slowly trickling down his forehead. He furiously swatted at the alarm on the nightstand, which flew into the opposite wall of his room, feeling deflated. That was such a rush...he had felt like his spirit was about to become whole.

Hearing a peck peck at the window, the man peeked out to see an owl flying off towards the woods nearby....

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