Space. The Everlasting Void. I gazed into its overwhelming depths through the small crack in my blinds as I lay in my bed. I was, no doubt, the only person in the household currently unable to find rest. There was always so much to do, always so much to plan for. Whenever I found the time for a break, there would always seem to be something to be done that would build up in the meantime. I returned my attention to the world above. There was a certain peace to be found, peering into the night sky. The sheer vastness of it all acted as a sort of escape from the common stress I typically associated with sleepless nights. I took comfort in the knowledge that, in comparison to the grand scale of things, my day to day issues meant very little. My
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Unfortunately, I found no luck in attempting to smack myself against the window. I eventually gave up, resigning myself to sitting on the windowsill, sadly looking into the room as different members of my family came and went in search of me. Little did they know that I was there, watching the entire time. There is no hope for me. I could never return. I had no idea how I turned into a crow, nor did I know how to change back. What could I do, and where could I go? there was nothing for me here. Nothing but the pain of what I had lost. Coming to a decision, I turned my days away from the window. Many hours had passed, and nightfall was approaching. I could feel the excitement coursing through my veins. I was a black crow now after all. And what better time for a creature of the dark to go for a leisurely flight than during the night? Fortunately for me, my new form was that of a fully mature crow. Along with this maturity came both the physical means, and the natural instinct to achieve flight with little experience. As I zoomed off into the night I realized that the only other time that I have ever felt this free was during that foreshadowing dream from the night prior. Perhaps, being a crow would not be as bad as I had thought
Unfortunately, I found no luck in attempting to smack myself against the window. I eventually gave up, resigning myself to sitting on the windowsill, sadly looking into the room as different members of my family came and went in search of me. Little did they know that I was there, watching the entire time. There is no hope for me. I could never return. I had no idea how I turned into a crow, nor did I know how to change back. What could I do, and where could I go? there was nothing for me here. Nothing but the pain of what I had lost. Coming to a decision, I turned my days away from the window. Many hours had passed, and nightfall was approaching. I could feel the excitement coursing through my veins. I was a black crow now after all. And what better time for a creature of the dark to go for a leisurely flight than during the night? Fortunately for me, my new form was that of a fully mature crow. Along with this maturity came both the physical means, and the natural instinct to achieve flight with little experience. As I zoomed off into the night I realized that the only other time that I have ever felt this free was during that foreshadowing dream from the night prior. Perhaps, being a crow would not be as bad as I had thought