Kicking Myself

TRIGGER WARNING!!!
This book has Mental disorders, LGBTQ+, And spiritual practices. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THE FOLLOWING, YOU CAN LEAVE OR SKIP THE CHAPTER.
You awake, after recently getting breast reduction surgery, you're sore and tired. You flip over in the obscure darkness facing the closed window, trying to look through the cracks. Pitch black. You turn over towards your side table. You sigh glancing over at your old girl scouts vest, the badges shining with red from your clock. 4:54, you groan trying to close your crusty eyes. You glance back at your side table, not having your glasses making it hard to make out figures.
"Jiji move." You searched around for your glasses. You felt the fur of the creature, it was smooth, unlike your cat Jiji.
"Lila?" You ask with a slightly concerned tone. Maybe your kitten had snuck in. You shook that thought off because you locked your door moving the cats out before sleep, making it unlikely for your cats to be in your room. You grab your glasses from the dirty carpet and shove them on. Feathers, you see feathers.
"Good morning, Callum."