Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Harris Burdick- The Third Floor Bedroom

     I felt a soft flutter on my ankle and I turned my head to see what it was, but I saw nothing. I felt the fluttering movement all around me as I whipped my head around frantically, trying to keep up with where the flutter was. Until finally I felt something dig into my head. I slowly, but carefully grabbed whatever was on my head. I felt a bunch of prickly feathers, and I knew at that point that the mysterious flutter was. One of the white birds that should have been on my wall. I sat down, stunned as tons of white, fluffy birds came flying in from my window. They circled the room a couple of times and finally landed on my dresser. I stared speechless until something hit my cheek. I was so startled that I tightened my hands, with the bird still in my grasp.
     " Hey! What's your problem? You act like you've never seen birds before!" said the bird that was in my hand.
     " I.... You..... But... wallpaper, fly, talk....alive? But it can' t be, your just birds."
     " We prefer to be called pigeons."
     No, I thought this can' t be true. Birds don't come to life. Its impossible. I must be dreaming. I pinched myself but, unfortunately, the pigeons were still there.
     " We're not going any where," he said. We've got duties we got to take care of. "
     " Like what?  What is this great duty you must fulfill? No! Ya know what? It doesn't matter! Your just a bunch of creepy birds that need to go. Wallpaper or not."
     "Our duty is you. You, you, you,  you! "
     " Birds! No way! Protect me from what? Getting grounded? Ha! You make me laugh."
     " From the Pigeon God. The one that left your window open? "
     I sat down and thought it all over. A Pigeon God? They must be kidding! They aren't even real!   
     

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