Not Unique

DAY 1!

Oubaitori- Oh-buy-toe-ree (Japanese )

The idea that people, like flowers, bloom in their own time and in their own individual ways

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Monday mornings were always the best for me. It meant I started a new week of work, a new week to learn, feel, to think. It was like the beginning of a chapter in a massive book of over 3 thousand million chapters. You don't understand? It's fine, not everyone gets it. 

Monday was also the first day I met Zylith. She and I hadn't clicked at first, I had to work months before she could warm up to me. Sometimes she wore a face like she wanted to be anywhere other than next to me. She thinks I don't notice her inner thoughts, but I do.

I switch to my next pose; a downward-facing dog and stretch out my muscles on a purple yoga mat I found in the laundry. I hear light thumping against glass and I smile knowing it's Brucie.Brucie is a Kajolet, a bird of mixed origins. The Kajolet is a lab hybrid species with a mix of a pelican, parrot, and something in between. They are attracted to glowing bright objects and it had almost plucked out my lantern a week after I had moved into the house. I don't know what Brucie likes so I've been experimenting and I can proudly say he must like nuts crushed in milky oatmeal...I think. He had a tag stating he belonged to the National Zoo of Ontario which was a very long distance from here so he was probably fed fancy.

I crack the window open, and he flies and lands on my arm, the first few days he had come to steal from my window, he looked frightened and mostly confused but it kept coming back because I put shiny things at the ledge. I think he knows he was tricked but still comes back anyway.

"Who's a good boy? Who is? You are Brucie" I scratch his vibrant yellow feathers and he stretches his neck for more and I can't even complain. He's the boss here.Brucie could be a female but it's tough to tell and they change sometimes. The experiments the government has performed on poor Brucie's kind is very horrific but I'm happy to know he's still here. I smile at his green ocean eyes that stare back at mine with cooing interest, he takes a step off the ledge and I'm in full contact with his flowing colours, red, orange, black, and yellow.Taking a can from the drawer, I crack it open and Brucie's attention is turned to the can and he's soon having his meal. He rushes to take the tiny fishes into his mouth and takes a few moments to gulp them down. I move to pet him once more, he is out the window in a freight. Poor birdie, just how tough is the world out there?

I sigh and close my window ledge but don't return to my yoga session, instead, I walk down in my polka dots yoga pants and spaghetti crop top. I am stepping down the stairs to see a shrivelling form sniffling quietly on the couch and my eyebrows drop in worry.

"Zylith?" I round the couch quietly to come in full view of her still in her contact gear, her knees brought up to her chest, her face very stiff and taunt in tension, her lips drawn into a tight line and she looks like you just told her to drink piss but others my call this her normal face but I know, how scared she is feeling, her neck is slowly becoming red from holding in her breath.

"Zylith?" I call out softly in shock at seeing someone who is always so strong but seems so weak right now. I don't know if to comfort her because if she does wake up, she'll remember how I saw her at her most vulnerable state and she's the type of person to hide her feelings. I know Zylith is very broken inside, I don't know who hurt her, who happened? But, she won't let me near her to even discuss the weather so I don't know if I can push the feels out of her.