It was late at night when I was awake watching a movie. After the movie ended, I put away my laptop and decided to look out my window for some fresh night breeze.
I stared at the flawless, never-ending night sky. There were hardly any clouds as if the sky was revealing its heart to anyone who cared to notice. When I had my fill of watching the empty sky, I turned to close my curtains.
That was when I heard a faraway 'whoosh' sound in the distance. I looked at the sky for the source. I could not help but curse my sensitive hearing and unwavering curiosity.
I was taken aback to see humongous, black wings flapping in the night sky. It might look like a gigantic crow if not noticed clearly. However, I saw that it was actually a human with wings attached on the back. Were the wings real? I could not tell but it has to be. Sadly, I could not see the face of the person. Was it even human? I guess not.
The sight made me fall ripping my curtains off and made me to question my eyes. I was so senselessly shocked by what I saw that I did not want to believe myself. I kept on convincing myself that maybe because of less sleep I was hallucinating. No matter how much I wanted my brain to acknowledge that my eyes were wrong, it sadly did not.
I moved away from the windows and shakingly climbed on my bed. In my dilemma, what I did not notice was that the thing with the wings had actually noticed me with its superior eyesight. I turned right then turned left but sleep would not come when I wanted it most. I dislike supernatural dramas thus I do not watch such which made me deny what I saw.
I trembled in my sleep while dreaming of someone with black, silky wings who was trying to kill me.
The next morning eventually arrived without a hindrance. Naturally, I woke up at midday with a shrieking scream from my mother. Luckily, I could not clearly remember the contents of my dream. I got up and glanced at the clock with a slight smile on my face.
The day passed by and not once was I reminded of last night. I probably could not believe it enough to acknowledge it. I thought it was part of my dream and ignored it. I was at the state where I could not differentiate between dreams and reality, so I decided to put it at the back of my mind and deal with it later.
The day almost peacefully came to an end when at dinner time the doorbell rang. Unfortunately, I was the one that answered the door.
When I opened the door, my face had confusion written all over it. I saw a stranger of about 24 years old. The man was extremely handsome with messy black hair and eyes as red as crystals that bore into my soul trying to unravel my heart. He was casually dressed and did not seem strange except that he was a mysterious stranger.
For unknown reasons, I felt drawn to his beauty. I knew that was not my true state of mind, so something was probably at play. I regained my composure and pretended I never had the internal struggle of trying to get control of myself.
"Who are you?" I asked calmly.
As if to answer my question, black wings sprouted from his back. The same wings that I had seen last night. I took a step back. I knew there was no way I would be able to convince myself anymore. There was no way to overlook this anymore.
My trance was broken when my mother asked me who was at the door. I quickly replied saying no one. The man impatiently tapped his foot to get my attention. I then remembered my dream from last night and looked at him warily.
I was about to say something when he reached out his hand to me. I instinctly moved backwards. He still managed to touch my forehead and the world spun in front of my eyes until all I saw was black.
"What am I doing here?" I asked myself as I got up from the floor with one hand while the other hand held a single, soft, ebony, black feather.
