Everyone has those days where its not working out for them.

Yesterday I may have fallen on my back and hit my head so most of the events after doing so are like a blank space but I’m home in my bed so tomorrow I should be ready to go and be fine to go to work.

Except tomorrow has arrived and looking in the mirror I see a pair of brown wings casually unfurled on my back.

Am I drunk?

Am I still dreaming?

Am I tripping?

Pinching myself, the pain let me know I’m most definitely conscious and in reality. Shit.

How do I explain this to my boss?

Can you get out of work from suddenly growing wings? Can it be labeled unable to work due to animal characteristic? What the hell am I saying?

What the fuck happened yesterday?

My alarm beeped once more signalling I have 1 hour left to go to work. Considering the traffic I’d usually be out by now. The wings moved ever so slightly. I’m doomed either way so what’s being late? Its just an add on to the list.

I massage my temples to somehow conjure what happened next after I fell on my back. Being the clumsy fool I am it all startef with that stupid banana. Among the crowd of office workers, I seem to be the only one who did not develop the sense to avoid trouble as everyone expertly avoided the damn thing while I didn’t see shit. People naturally even made space so I wouldn’t hit them on my way to injury.

Something about being corporate must have done a number on people’s humanity as it took minutes for people to stop staring and get help. The police who eventually slapped me awake, asked me if I was okay to which I fainted shortly after.

When I woke up the hospital already said I was good to go and that I should go back to them if the pain persists.

It persisted alright. Into the form of freaking wings!

I touched it with a shaking hand and yep its just as I remembered the feeling of chicken feathers. Maybe its a late virus from working in a barn. Growing more curious, I tried to move the wings with the muscles that I think it’s connected to it. With my room being so small, furniture and other things got hit and knocked down as the full spread of wings filled the room.

Willing the inner bird in my, I tried to flap it once which ended with a chair being knocked down. It was an old chair found on the streets anyways. Been meaning to get rid of it. Less threat of bugs.

Maybe I can get rid of the wings itself? But wouldn’t I die? Its attached to me like a muscle. I can feel it being physically a part of me.

My phone buzzed. Grabbing it the message read from my buddy Wren.

Kayla’s going in today for a meeting. Better not be late.

Ah yes my doomed crush from HR. She may be strict like a prison guard but she’s absolutely breathtaking. Most guys would have found her too scary but I can’t help but thoroughly respect her worth ethic and the way glasses make her more powerful.

I’m probably like an NPC to her. Unremarkable just one of many busy bees she has to look over and make sure are doing the company good. Sounds better than nothing. I’d take any chance to be around her.

Quickly getting ready with the world’s fastest shower I ran into the problem with my shirt. The damn wings won’t let me button it cause they are so big. I grabbed a pair of scissors and officially made the first fashion statement in my life. A backless shirt. Checking the time, I have 10 minutes until I’m in a don’t be late lecture from my boss.

Going out the door, I grab a mask from skiing from 3 years ago and my work bag with my laptop inside it. I walk my way up to the roof top and ignore the other tenants giving my wings a surprised glance.

Hugging my work bag, I look down below.

Most baby birds get taught how to fly by being pushed down by their mother down below. They learn it through survival instinct alone.

I am a 26 year old man who’s current survival instinct is to run on noodles and rice as my starting salary is miserable.

And the baby birds that don’t learn how to fly on the way down die.

Never having a problem with heights before, planning to fly to work makes you rethink that.

My alarm beeped. 5 minutes.

Better to die trying then. I jumped and used all of my brain cells into flapping my wings hopefully in the right direction.

“Damn, somebody’s jumping again.”

“This early?!”

“No wait, it has wings probably a bird.”

“Biggest damn bird I ever saw.”

“It has a ski mask and hugging a bag though?”