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The phone was ringing. I tried to ignore it, but it kept on going and sunlight burned through my eyelids making a return to sleep impossible. I tumbled from my bed and made my way to the living room. I pawed at the phone until it came loose from its cradle and pressed it to my face, somewhere near my mouth.
“Hello,” I croaked.
“Phoenix? Sweetie, are you okay? You sound sick!”
My entire body snapped to attention. It was my mother.
“No mom, I just woke up.”
“It’s 11 AM! You just got up?”
“Mother, don’t start.” She would anyway.
“Don’t speak to me like that, Phoenix.”
“Mom, I’m sorry. I…”
I stopped cold. I could see myself in the mirror above the sofa. I had wings. Big, giant, multicoloured wings. On my sleepy march to the phone, I’d forgotten all about them.
“Whoa,” I whispe
