Solar to Lunar

The Break of Dawn

America was hanging upside down on the chandelier in his dining room. His tail wrapped around the arms of the chandelier. His wings holding a folded-in position. Pure white feathers with black tips and golden star designs. Just zoned out as he regained unwanted past memories. The slave-like life as the colonies for Britain. Focused in the past, rather than the present. That was the problem. As America was zoned out, the sun's light shined through the large windows. Shining and reflecting against his golden accents. His feathered/furred tail with its 2 pairs of feathered dorsal fins wrapped around the arms of the chandelier. The dorsal fins shifting different position every now and then. The floating golden curved horn contrasted from his demotivated and lost aura. Hi pointed halo, in which resembled much like a Blackhole, would circle the horn as he remained zoned out. His species unknown about, yet had a name and reputation. 'Areyiis'. Known for their angelic and beautiful appearance, yet also for their very rare sightings. Said to be from the stars itself and sent to earth. America's eyes wander towards the dining room entrance, his pupils narrowing into slits. His golden eyes the color of molten gold in morning sun. America hissed under his breath, before unraveling his tail from the chandeliers arms and onto the table.

America walked off the table, being in casual clothing. A hoodie and baggie cargo shorts. His tail swaying side to side calmly. He pushes open the door, looking into the empty hallways. America pauses for a moment to look out into the empty hallways, before walking again. The 2 pairs of smaller wings on the side of his head were in an opened position, his main wings folded in towards his body as he walked through the hallways. America had gotten a sense of irritation when doing so, before going into his room and shutting the door behind him. Keeping the windows open and laying down on the floor where the sun's light laid. His tail curling around his body and his main wings went over his body like a blanket. The sun reflecting off his golden accents and golden horn and halo. Sun bathing on the floor as the sun glazed over his form. His breathing went slower as he fell asleep and finally unconscious. America was half asleep. Still being aware of his surroundings. His tail flicking occasionally as he remained half asleep. His hair being already a mess, which it has been. Self-care has been hard to keep consistent.

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As I feel myself half conscious on the floor, the sun warming my feathers softly, I can feel myself loosing touch with reality. Becoming tired. I had gotten days without a proper sleep schedule, or proper Self-Care in a while. My thoughts being elsewhere. I wish I had gotten into that habit of Self-Care, but it hadn't been easy as I've felt demotivated and procrastinated. Any work I get just immediately gets held back, and more gets on top of it, and the more. Then that cycle continues.  I can feel a yawn coming over me, my fangs starting to attract out and stretch out as I yawn. The wings on the sides of my head stretch out as well before quickly going back to their normal position. Socialization hadn't gotten to me, feeling the need to be isolated rather than stay in contact with some of my friends. I have mountains and mountains of paper work, many documents, and packets of just work and information I should've done months ago, yet didn't. 

I can feel my anxiety relieving and leaving from my system. Feeling content as I bathe in the sun's rays, the warm wooden floor comfortable for resting on surprisingly. My bed hasn't been comfortable lately, the floor band couch being my second option. And as fast as I felt contentment, I fell asleep. The feeling of sleeping being unaware to me as time flies by like milliseconds.

I can feel my wings starting the shift off of me, the weight of them lightening. Waking up due to such a light change. The before bright sun rays were now painting the sky with oranges, pinks, and yellows. The normal blue still there, but not much was left of it. It was dusk.