Rising from his seated position on the grass, Kelvin listened closely to the soft patter of rain hitting the road.
Uno
Dos
Tres
He counted quietly to himself.
Cuatro
Cinco
Seis
Siete
He took off in a burst of excitement, his wings breaking free from where his spinal cortex was on his back.
In a quick leap, he rose high. High up to the clouded, raining sky. Not watching to see where it is he was going.
Ocho
Nueve
Diez
He hummed Mozart sonata no. 12 as he felt the freedom become of him in the slowly drizzling sky. Everything was as if it belonged to him, as if he was a god figure, looking down onto his creations.
Once
Doce
Trece
This is happiness.
This is freedom.
This is living.
Catorce
Quince
Dieciséis
Who needs worry to hold them down, with Kelvin's velvet-like wings, lift him high. Higher than a bird could soar. Higher than the gods. Higher than the stars could reach.
As if he was in the heavens.
Kelvin set his arms out to the side and closed his eyes, taking in this fantastic feeling. It was like no other.
His wings arched, pushing him higher into the heavens. He pushed his way through clouds, humming still.
Freedom was real.
Diecisiete
Dieciocho
Diecinueve
Veinte
He breathed in. As if all was melting away, his breath pushed its way out.
"I guess eggs really are made
For flipping."
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(A.N.) this is not supposed to make sense. Dedication to Kelsey.
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Random"Well," he said, a soft smile beginning to plaster to his face, "I guess eggs really are made for flipping." //THIS BOOK IS LITERALLY A HUGE JOKE BETWEEN ME AND A FEW FRIENDS// PLEASE PLEASE P L E A S E DO NOT TAKE THIS WRITING SERIOUSLY// THANK U
