I woke with a start, my poor heart beating rapidly. I turned over and felt that my whole nest was drenched with sweat. It looked as if I had left it out unprotected during a hurricane. After I got a bit used to the wetness, I remembered my dream. Tom, my “friend” had been leaping up, trying to knock me off a random tree. Out of fright, I had lost my balance and fell. I had quickly gotten to my feet and tried to fly away. When I flapped my wings however, nothing happened. It felt like I was just too heavy. Then to my horror, I saw Tom pounce. That’s when I had woken up, and I wasn’t so sure that that couldn’t ever happen. Tom was a cat, and like all birds, my instincts tell me to stay away from cats. I said that to myself, but I knew the thing that really troubled me is that I might one day grow too heavy to fly. With my troubling thoughts, I uneasily fell asleep. Too bad that dream kept on occurring for seven times, each time bringing me awake.

     On the seventh time, I had completely woken. By then, it was the crack of dawn. I slowly got myself awake and enjoyed the sunrise. I got a nice clear view, even though I lived in the woods, because the area I chose to live in had a bit fewer trees than others. I was rarely up to see the sunrise, since I was just so lazy. It still looked as beautiful as before. As soon as the sun brightened the land, I got ready for the day by thinking of what I would do. I thought that the first thing I would do would tell my servant to bring me food and do everything while I got refreshed. Then I would talk to her while she was finishing up. She would bring me lunch and go away, and then I would take a small nap. When I woke, she would be bringing me my dinner. After that I would dismiss her for the day while I went to sleep. That was just a typical day for me.

    I lay, perched upon my tree, the tree no one else dared to nest on. I lay and looked at the xenoliths that were under my tree, on a pile of green leaves I had left down there. As I looked at them, I wondered how they were formed, as I do every morning. At that moment, I had looked up, wondering where my servant was. Just then, Sandra, for that was her name, zipped toward me,