Funny. While I sometimes hear imaginary music embedded in the static of my white-noise machine, I never hear birds...
It may be just short of 5:00 a.m., but there’s no foolin’ someone as quick on the draw as I am. There is a cardinal perched mere yards from my head.
Who do you gotta complain to around here in order to get a full night’s sleep? I refuse to open my eyes.
I open my eyes.
No bout a doubt it. It’s dawn out there.
Not that I hadn’t noticed that before my eyes were open. Since the handyman came to check on the air conditioner the day before I moved in, the blinds in the alcove that serves as my bedroom have remained in the “up” position. Not for lack of grunting, mind you. I’ve grunted, I’ve manipulated, I’ve even sworn at them, but the blinds remain impervious to my pleas and remain steadfastly un-blindered.
One of only two windows in the place and it’s next to the head of my bed. Facing east.
And now the bird.
The world belongs to the early-risers, they say; and having long admired them, it seems I’m on my way to becoming one.
Whether I like it or not.