As I laid my head on the blanket embroidered with silver lines on darkest blue I sucked the air into my nose and felt wings split the skin on my back.
With a mighty strike I soared into the sky, tumbling beneath trees and skimming the mirrored moon on a placid lake.
I rode the night into blackest space and plummeted into the fiery Earth's core twisting through pillars of flame and scorching clouds of steam.
Until with the dawn my wings shrivelled and my ribs no longer cracked and I awoke on my blanket my nose clean with morning dew.
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