You close your eyes you can picture yourself soaring like a bird over a busy city. You can feel the wind in your face, you can smell the city and hear it as well. The thought of soaring like a bird intrigues you, you want to know what it feels like. The sounds so beautiful tonight. Cars moving, people talking just pure enjoyment, to bad it all has to end soon. The cold, brisk night blows its soft breeze through your body, but the calming sounds of the city are abruptly interrupted by the sounds of sirens.
You can hear someone trying to talk to you with a megaphone. Telling you to get down or someone coming up there to get you. Tears stream down your face as you become the bird you dreamed of.
