Kaltain Leiya

The chirping sound of birds singing outside the window penetrated the walls of my sleep. I tossed to the other side with my back to the light.

I didn't know why I thought that was going to help with the noise, but it didn't. I painstakingly turned again, facing the window before turning to lie on my back with my eyes wide open.

Being woken up by birds is the most annoying thing ever. I wondered how fairytales make it sound romantic.

“Want me to make them go away?”

I ...