Perhaps you'll fall asleep one night forgetting to close your window, and the winged devil will fly in silently and perch on your night table, watching you sleep with its beady eyes as it sharpens it's beak on the wood. You wake the next day and try to yawn, but you can't. You look down and see your body lying peacefully in bed, you assume you're dreaming and go to pinch yourself but your fingers are gone, replaced with horrible itchy feathers! You panic and fall, catching yourself with your wings before you hit the ground. You fly away, crashing into the window trying desperately to get someone's attention! You land on someone windowsill and peck furiously on the glass, but they only look up at you for a brief moment and then turn back to their paper. And so the cycle continues..
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