Wings

I woke up early the next afternoon, which was an accomplishment considering I fell asleep at about 6 AM the night? morning? previously. I was curled cozily into something soft and warm, which was odd considering the fact that I hadn’t grabbed a blanket. I was too tired and lazy to care, though, and fell back to sleep almost instantly. I woke up again in about an hour, to Kestrel pounding on the door before she just used her key and barged into the flat. She came around the side of the couch and stopped dead where she was, staring at me with a look of horror.

 I opened my eyes gradually, stretching as I slowly registered that Kestrel hadn’t moved yet. She blinked at me, her mouth agape. I groaned. “Kes, what is it? I just woke up. It’s too early to deal with drama.” She closed her mouth, stood up, and said in a tone of almost reverence, “Mel, I don’t know how to break this gently, but you have wings.”