Metamorphosis pt2

A floating dream is the result of the sub-conscious saying that we have finally accepted our lives and let go of our worries and problems. If only this was one of those magnificent creations of my mind to keep itself occupied when I am providing no stimulus. No, this isn't a dream but a living nightmare. The sun, something I used to take for granted, was now betraying me by burning my back. My wings seemed to be exhausted to the point of falling off. I guess they weren't strong enough to carry me too far. Strange how one doesn't foresee these problems when they dream of flight.

I must admit, it was very exhilarating for the first few hours. After the initial panic had subdued and I took to the sky. I felt nothing but those feelings of acceptance and relaxation. However, the more one tries to float, the faster they sink. I soon became tired of seeing everything from far away. Not being able to participate with the world I was looking down on annoyed me to no extent. I tried to land once, The only affect I seemed to have was instilling panic, however. They saw my fuzzy body and giant wings and grew afraid. I heard sickened remarks and sadistic threats.

As I flew away, I felt a way I never had before. I felt betrayed, but compassionate towards the betrayers. They didn't know what had happened to me, but it still instilled the same fear and sorrow that it would have in any situation. That was about four hours ago, and I had begun to grow quite weary. My wings seemed to flutter out of rhythm and I rose and fell in the sky throughout my struggles. I was finally able to find refuge in a large forest just outside the city. I saw a pond in the distance and humored myself with the idea of looking at my reflection for the first time. I quickly became afraid to look at myself out of fear of what I had become in just the past day. The sun soon turned into the twilight that I used to enjoy so much, but, now, it only filled me with fear of what tomorrow would bring.