2.6.2. Disaster
Next morning I wake up to the sound of birds chirping. Peering open my eyes, I come face-to-face with a bird cage that I'm definitely sure wasn't mine. I pull back just in time before one of the birds in the cage, jump over to my side and peck my nose. If the pounding in my head's any indication, I know I've done something I'm going to regret. Sitting up I realize I'm in a sort of a studio apartment. With tall windows behind the bed I'm sitting on. A slanted ceiling closing in front of me and immense sunlight shining on my back. That makes me realize, I'm not wearing a shirt. Wooden flooring but nothing else in the room except for the birds, the bed and two nightstands beside it. I walk towards the only door in the room and open it. It's an open space. Tall ceilings and an open
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