CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The cooing swells to fill the room, mimicking the growing knot in my throat. But the birds don’t attack me. They don’t even try to escape from their cages. They just coo and eat grain from their feeders, and on occasion, I hear a wet splatter as one of them poops.
Serious eww.
Despite the stench choking my nostrils, the death-by-birds-inspired adrenaline begins to leave my system. And as it does, my eyes get gritty, my lids grow heavy, and a yawn escapes my mouth. Oh yeah, I’m starting to feel like someone who hasn’t slept for four months.
I’d give a lot of money to take a nap right now. Then again, needing money is how I ended up so sleep deprived in the first place.
There’s no time to sleep, though, no matter how I feel, and it’s too soon to take another dose of my
