5:23 in the morning I wake up with a nightmare a sweet bird, few inches long, is entering my body through my ear its sharp beak is digging my ear it bears an emotionless evil in its eyes I wake up violently, and sit, shuddering, looking all around, looking under my pillow to find out if it is real it is not it is not my ear is intact, eardrum in place, no blood flowing out a mild relief grips me no bird, I take a deep breath a growling hunger fills my stomach with ache I close my eyes and try to forget.
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