I get that sinking feeling...

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Above the clouds, I see birds flying by me. I seem to glide through the clouds and with each motion of my wings, I fly faster. The wind blows my long locks away from my face, the air smell fresh like new laundry. It was still early in the morning, the sound of the new day has not begin yet.

The whole world below is still asleep, tuck under sweet, fluffy dreams. The only ones awake are the chickens and me. I fly as if is the most ordinary thing in the world. I can hear the music in the wind as it covers me. It's singing a song of longing, longing for a new day. I close my eyes, feeling the wind blowing into me.

As the music enters my ear and into my thoughts, filling up my mind to the brink, I touch metal before I realize I hit something. My whole body rock against its big metal frame, knocking me downward. I try to gather my mind together. But my head hurts and my whole body seem unable to move. My wings, they hurt like hell. It was my first flight on my own and yet even with all the practice and all those times flying with my parents, I have fail to pay attention again.

As I dip into the atmosphere, I get that sinking feeling that I am falling into a deep black hole. I try to flap my wings but they refuse to move a muscle and instead sends sharp pain up to my chest. Falling down in a faster speed, I close my eyes for a moment and then open them to see that I am falling directly into a body of water. I try to steer into another direction but my body refuses.

Into a small pond, I fall. A cold sensation fills my body making me drowsy. The sound of the splashing water awakes my senses but my eyes cannot see anything but darkness. As the water calms down, something big grabs me out. It was a hand, a very big hand. It shakes my body to remove some of the water in my lungs and on my body. I feel a soft cloth wrap around me, making me feel warm in the cool morning air. My left wing's broken. I know because I can feel the pain as I am being lay down onto a soft bed. Sleepiness fill my mind again. I close my eyes hoping the pain would subside but instead I fell asleep. I dreamt my wing had been sew up and bandaged and that I was sleeping in a bed of my mother's feathery arm.

I wake up to see a pair of big blue eyes staring down at me. She was dress in blue and has a pink ribbon around her head. Her eyes seem to be drooling in eagerness as her soft hand rubs my chest. A strange piece of food is being offer to me, being held by a different hand, much larger. This must be the little girl's father. I took the food out of his hand and taste the sweetest sensation on my tongue. Then the little girl begins to feed me. My wing has been fixed and white bandages are around it. I am glad to be around these nice folks.

A day later, they set me free to fly back into the sky. I feel like I should stay longer as the little girl's teardrops falls onto my head. She holds me up high and motions me to fly. I want to stay but knew this is not my path. I am to meet my family on the other side of the world, it would be selfish for me to stay. So I fly up into the air. I look back on the little girl and she's waving at me, smiling the biggest smile as she holds her daddy's hand. I leave with regret but this is something I will never forget.