I was lounging in the living room this morning, when I briefly took a look out the window and saw a giant, brown feathered wing, which had begun to unfurl. It was early in the morning, and I live alone out in the countryside, so It was unlikely that anyone else saw it. It was a shock at first, until a feeling of wonder came upon me, and the wings fully unfurled and began to beat up and down, until the house was no longer resting on its foundation and had risen up in the air. In this moment, I was stunned, frozen, staring at the rhythmic beat of those brown, feathered wings. My house rose far above the ground, and I could feel a breeze come from the windows that I had left open. I then stood up from the chair I had sat in, and ran to the front porch, from which I could see masses of countryside below. I then turned to see the wing poking out from the underside of the house. The wings seemed to be attached to the underside of the house Itself, which you think I would have noticed before, but I hadn’t. The wings carried me and the house forward, through the sky. For a long time, I leaned out on the side of the porch and listened to the beat of the wings, right until dusk, where I watched the sun set on the horizon, and felt something I hadn’t felt In a while; at peace. I went to bed, up in the air, and listened to the whoosh that was the soft beating of the wings, and drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I was on the ground, back where my house originally stood. And I question the reality of it all, in the end, whether it was reality or not, It brought me wonder, and that’s what matters.
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