You chose to wake up again

You see the baby bird. It is not a baby. You call it a baby bird, though. That is how you remember baby bird, though: a baby bird. It has large wings. it is no longer an innocent yellow color. It is a regular looking bird. Regular bird does not sound as sweet as baby bird.

It is looking outside of the cave. Then it turns toward you. The baby bird thinks you are asleep. It flaps its wings. It is gone.

You close your eyes again.

You open them.

You go outside.

You walk to the river.

It is nice sounding. Calming.

You walk back to your cave.

You choose to…

 

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