A Quiet View
A gentle warmth stirs within my cloud base. Slowly... I tilt my head forward, feeling the smooth cool surface beneath me shift just an inch. The room is peaceful. Below my quiet perch, an assembly of shapes rests in the dim light—brightly painted skulls, a winged figurine holding a red sphere, and a tiny green balloon dog. I gently nudge my beak against the stand's curved rim, steadying myself. From up here, the view is open and calm. It feels wonderful to softly look down upon the world.