"You could very well be a nacroleptic and diagnosed an insomniac," he mused.
"It's a strange world," she said.
"The strangest," he agreed.
That was the story of the two.
The magpie and the girl.
He would sing her ludicrous words and ideas until they paraphrased into a song so melodious, too heavenly to earn any derise.
The magnificent magpie hopped closer to the lost girl.
"Why do you fly back to me every morning, when you could take to the sky for an eternity?" she asked the magpie.
"I realized you are the sky...that's why I wander around you," said the magpie.
