Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,

Angela was a happy girl. She has never been happy before, and it's somewhat of a new sensation to her. But being in a place where she was at peace, in love, and taken care of...it made sure that at the very least, Angela was contented. And she was.

But she awoke this morning feeling very strange. She was...tired, even though she'd gotten enough sleep. Her heart was fluttering more than it has ever been before, and when she looked in the mirror, she didn't look...right. She looked dull. Dim. Faded.

She wasn't sure why it was...but it was. And so, now she was back in bed, curled up in her nest, dozing.

Even her wings ached.

( Angela, the Winged Girl )