The humid morning air touched my nostrils and my eyes opened
slowly. Maybe it was tiredness, or maybe it was the humidity, but I didn't want
to get up. Or maybe, just maybe, I didn't want to move from my husband's side.
I turned over to see Frank Halia sleeping and snoring up a
storm. I smiled and got out of bed, Avealing slightly so that wings sprouted
out of my back. I looked in the mirror to see wings that were mostly like a
Northern Harrier's with a tint of likeness to a Red-Tailed Hawk.
"Buteo, you're up early." Frank said and I made my
wings disappear.
