Flying
Trapped in reality
The repetitive grind
The daily cycle
Awake, asleep
Awake, asleep
This morning is different
I wake
I stretch
I yawn
Sleep rubbed away
From half open lids
I notice
I puzzle
I feel
Beneath bedclothes
Abnormal additions
Attached to my back
Yet part of me
Warm like my skin
I am not scared
I am curious
I focus
They twitch
I sit up
They unfurl
Iridescent and gossamer
I concentrate
They flutter
I learn
They move faster
They lift me
I hover
I practice
I get stronger
I grow confident
I open the window
Finally, I fly free
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