The Paths Of The Birds
Richmond lay still, savoring the gentle tickling sensation caressing his ears. Eyes closed, he relished the tranquility, finding solace in the mysterious allure of the moment, reminiscent of the time he spent with Anne.
As the sensation intensified, reaching an almost euphoric peak, it abruptly ceased. His contentment shattered, he reluctantly opened his eyes to an unexpected scene – a surreal world surrounded by vibrantly colored parrots. Bewilderment gripped him; birds weren't his forte.
Blinking in disbelief, he surveyed his surroundings. The last memory was of his bed; now, he found himself amidst a feathered symphony. Vines stretched above, carrying the slumbering parrots. The absence of visible trees puzzled him.
What was he doing in this place with birds? He wondered.
