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Winged Woman (part 1)

I soar through the sky, so far above the groves and meadows below. The wind gripping my plumage firmly as the few clouds embrace and caress me. I am free. Below the moonlight I glide upon the updraughts that effortlessly cancel my decent, as my eyes explore the depths below. There, just beneath the treetops, I spot something in the moonlit landscape. For just a blink of an eye it was there, a moment to short to grasp its form. I am alerted now. As my conscious thoughts fade, my instincts sharpen dramatically. There it is again, for an instant I see it and as my instincts take over my reason retracts completely. A moment passes and then I plummet. Air howls in my ears as I accelerate on and on. I lose sight of the landscape, I lose the trees and I lose the meadows. I only see it. It can not escape, I am too fast already and I am still gaining speed. I can almost reach it now. I feel it already in my grasp, I smell it in the wind, its taste on my tongue. I am so close to it. My speed is at its height and in a flash I can grip it. I stretch out my talons and in the perfect moment I clutch it.

Suddenly consciousness floods my mind. My eyes open abruptly as I wake with a start. Sweat runs down my skin and my chest rises heavily. A dream, just a dream. I close my eyes again trying to focus my thoughts. A moment passed. I could still feel the clouds around me and hear the wind howling in my ears. Yet as I opened my eyes I was lying in my bed not soaring through the sky. I rose my arms in front of my face to check, if as in some absurd chain of events, I could not fathom yet, they turned into wings. Of course they were still the same as always, yet that was strangely confusing to me. I clenched a hand to a fist and closed my eyes again, one arm still hanging in front of my forehead. It felt heavy, yet small. I could have sworn my fingers should be longer and less naked. I opened my eyes again as I stumbled over that thought and let out a small chuckle. What a strange dream I had. As I lowered my arm my eyes trailed over my bedroom to the alarm clock. I still had about 20 minutes until I was supposed to wake up. I thought about sleeping a bit more, but since I was wide awake already it seemed pointless to me. I needed a good long shower to swallow that dream anyways.

I slipped out of bed, quite a bit faster than usual, grabbed a clean shirt and immediately headed for the bathroom. I hurried through the hallway since the cold wind brushed unpleasantly against my warm skin. As I entered the warm room I threw my shirt on the floor while slipping off my briefs and quickly hopped into the shower. I immediately turned up the hot water and gasped, as the searing hot current hit my breast. I immediatly turned the shower head away from me and opened the cold water tap. After a few seconds the water was of acceptable temperature and I could focus on the shower. However, my mind continuously drifted back to my dream, even as I tried focusing on my plans for the day. Even as I tried to focus on my studies and homework of the past few days I drifted back to the dream. It was like no other dream I ever had, or heard about for that matter.

I closed the tap abstracted and exited the shower to dry myself off. While toweling I looked at myself in the mirror, almost expecting to see a beak and feathers instead of hair and a face. Unsurprisingly though, I still had my face, I was still 1,7 metres tall and my shoulder long brown hair had not turned to feathers. I sighed, as I put my shirt on and strolled back to my bedroom. It did'nt take me long to assemble an outfit that would protect me from rain, while not being too warm or too ugly. I got dressed and after a few moments decided that it would require too mouch effort, yet too little reward to put on some make up. I left my apartment earlyer then expected and had enough time to fetch me some food at the station backery. From that point on the day was more or less the same as always. I took the train heading to my campus, sat in several lectures and was bored out of my mind for the most part of them. After my lectures I got myself something to eat and went to work at the campus library.

Normally I'd use the idle time at work to get some homework done, but today my mind inevitably drifted away. I pictured myself flying around campus and was astonished by the normality of the thought and the clarity with which I could picture the feeling. As always nothing extraordinary happened at the library, the craziest thing that I heard here was this guy who apparrently lost a bet and set his pants on fire and then proceeded to roll down at the floor to extinguish it. In the process he accidentaly set fire to a few books he lent from here, this poor chap then tried to return them and got fried by my coworkers. I never saw someone this embarassed in my whole life. So I sat through my dull afternoon of doing nothing in particular, now and then returning some books to the shelves or lending new ones to students, as something caught my eye. Someone to be more precise. She almost seemed to glimmer while entering the library and my chest rose up high as our glances met. I immediately felt like I smiled stupidly or stared to long, so I tried to avoid staring by burying my face in the screen in front of me. I felt ridicolous, I mean I am the librarian, my job is to look at the students to make sure they dont do stupid stuff in the library.

But something of her seemed so familar and heart warming that I could not stop myself from doing ridicoulous stuff. 'Ahm... hello there.' she said, which made me realise she had already crossed the distance to my desk. 'Hi, how may I help you?' I answered, almost stuttering. 'Can you tell me where I find the books on european history, in particular about medieval culture and mythology?' 'Of course you just need to go down this hallway into the south wing and then right until you...' I went silent as I saw her struggling with the instructions already. 'I can just show you if you want.' I said a bit hesitant. 'That'd be great, you know I always get lost in libraries, there is just so much interesting stuff in them.' 'Yeah, libraries are great, I love the fact that they are so structured and well you know organized.' I did not know how to put it, and it sounded a bit simple to me, but it was true enough after all. I awkwardly walked her to the books she sought, which where quite easy to find if you knew where to look. 'Thanks, miss...' 'Mills, Karen Mills. But my friends call me Karen, soo if you like, you can, just, well... ahm' I breathed in deeply and smiled awkwardly. 'Just call me Karen.' 'All right, I'm Jen. Nice to meet you. If I need any help finding something, I'll come to you.' 'Great, see you then.' I said and went back to my desk.

On my way back I sorted some shelves, only to be greeted by an empty main hall, since most students were already gone. I proceeded doing my fair share of nothing, daydreaming most of the time until I had to close the library. I walked through the corridors, ensuring that there would be no one locked inside the library. Until I stumbled about the section about medieval mythology. At first i saw no one, but then out of the corner of my eye I saw her still sitting there, absorbed by some almost ancient tome. Well not exactly ancient, more like 50 years old, but still quite old for campus standards. 'Hey, Jen, we're cosing.' I said quite silently, my throat still being coarse from being silent for so long. She flinched and almost screamed. 'Jesus!' looking a bit terrified and caught. 'How did you...' She suddenly went silent and looked at my presumably quite confused face. 'Don't startle me like that! You don't know what could have happened!' 'What could have happened?' I asked reflexively. 'Well, I, err, You know...' She went silent again, looking at me in an uninterpretable way. 'I could have dropped the book!' She exclaimed with a triumphant grin on her face. An embarrassing moment passed as her face slowly went from normal to red. 'Anyways, what was it you wanted to tell me Kate?' 'We're closing now and it is Karen, just so you know.' 'Oh. Sorry Karen, I am not good with names.' 'It's alright.' I waited for her to gather her belongings and than left the library with her, all the way talking about all sorts of things. Our ways parted at the bottom of the stoop. And she took her leave with a confident 'See you tomorrow Karen!'.

I felt fully charged by this. Somehow our small conversation really gave me motivation and I spent my way home thinking about Jen and what studies she may have. She really seemed interesting and not as boring as the ordinary students. As I stood in front of my apartment doors I stopped. This really lifted me up a lot I noted. Almost too much I thought. As I opened my door I checked my watch, freezing in terror as I read the time. 'Damn!' It was already after 10 PM and I still had all my homework to do. Well Karen, guess that is your evening now. I thought to myself and put some frozen pizza in the oven. I cleaned my desk, which meant I put all the things from my desk on my bed and started doing my homework on my desk, only to later put all the desk-stuff back on it. I worked till 3 in the morning and then went to bed exhausted, but also a bit excited for the day to come.

And then the dream came.

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