was it worth it
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
no longer writing in the third person
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Can I see
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
it is hopeful
I am below everything.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.