There are birds outside my window. Loud birds. Judging by the racket they are making this morning it’s quite possible these are the largest birds in history. Easily 7 or 9 feet tall. Surely.
Despite the threat of bugs, I slept with my window open last night to escape the heat. Considering how well I slept, I would consider it a wise choice…although the birds waking me up this morning are definitely going in the negative column. I want to be one of those people who loves mornings. You know the kind, you see them in movies or read about them in books. They wake as soon as the first rays of sunlight reaches them and the cute little birds sing sweet soft songs on their window ledge.
I want to be that person, but I am so not. I’m the type of person who hides under their covers when the sunlight hits them and throws a pillow at the window to see if it will stop that horrible screeching bird racket. Or at least I was that type of person this morning.
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