Her & Her Bird

She lounges around from dawn till dusk. Sometimes she goes to the corner of her living room to catch some sun. She didn't mind it. She enjoyed it. It was a treat for her.

The sun and her plants are what keeps her sane. That and the

bird that flies by every day at 3 o'clock sharp. She didn't ask for the bird to

come to her. It just happened.

"Tell me little bird, why do you like to fly by my windowsill

every day?" She quietly asked.

"Well, I like to look at pretty things in between my

adventures. You just so happen to be one of the pretty things I see," The

bird chippered.

She paused. A smooth rush came over her like a cream slowly

sinking in a cup of cold coffee. She couldn't believe it. The bird called her

pretty! One of its pretty things they see in their day! The bird must fly by so

many things and people and yet, she was the pretty thing it likes to see every

day!

She smiled softly at the thought.

She paused again. Why is there a bird talking to her? And why

does she understand the bird?

"Why can I understand you?" She questioned.

"Don't you see? I am you. You are me. We are one in the

same," The bird simply let out.

"But how? We don't look nothing alike," She pointed

out.

"Tsk tsk tsk. You will learn soon enough," The bird

bluntly said. And with that, the bird was off to another adventure.

3 months pass by. This time, the bird sometimes passes by. After

the bird told her they are the same, nothing has ever been the same. She kept

thinking about its answers.

"I am you. You are me. We are one in the same" echoes

in her mind as she watches the sun rise with bags under her eyes. She's not

much of a sleeper. She is a little paranoid of falling asleep. She fears

missing out on time she has lost falling asleep. That and she is waiting on her

owner to come back.

She doesn't really know where her owner went to. She knows that

her owner was going to grab new toys for her since she behaved so well when

they went grocery shopping. She likes the toys that squeak and are made out of

colorful plastic. She throws them to and fro. She runs with it left and right.

She can't get enough of them. It is her sacred time to act without a care in

the world.

4 months pass by. The bird just stares at her some days. Without

saying a word. It is like it knows what she's thinking, and it lets her be.

Until one August afternoon she asks, "Hey I figured out why you said we

are the same".

The bird perched its head upright, interested in what she had to

say. The bird nodded its head in agreement, as if saying go on with it.

"We are both animals!" She exclaimed.

The bird intensely stared at her. It kept staring at her for a

couple of seconds. The bird let out a soft sigh and voiced, "No no no. Yes,

we are both animals but that is not why we are the same. Remember I am an

extension of you".

And with that, the bird flew away once again.

She tucked her paws inward into her belly and flopped down to

the wooden floor. She looked up to watch the moonlight shine its bright light

against her dark spots. How is the bird an extension of her? That doesn't make

sense. The bird flies. It has wings. She has paws. She walks and runs and

plays. She can't have adventures because she is waiting for her owner to come

back. Unless. Unless. No she doesn't believe it so.

3 months pass by. Snow gently falls on the windowsill of her

living room. The sun is kissing her white spotted fur and she feels at peace.

The bird flies by and lands on the tip of the wooden windowsill.

Curtains drawn to the side sway in the wind. They are a khaki color that are

semi transparent. She likes to pull it close to her when she gets cold. Her

owner forgot to set up her bed before her owner left.

The bird looked at her direction.

"Did you figure it out yet?" It questioned.

She strolled closer and confessed, "I've been thinking

about it for so long. Almost a year. I have a hunch, but I don't know if it's

right".

"Well, get on with it. Tell me. I'm curious," The bird

said chipperly.

"We are the same because I know you from my past," She

explained.

The bird wobbled closer and stared at the floor as if asking for

permission to be let inside.

"Yeah, you can come inside," She answered.

The bird took off and landed perfectly at the foot of the living

room couch.

"You see. I knew you would come to your own

conclusion!" The bird said in a sing-song tone and added, "I have to

tell you. I can't believe it took you a year to figure it out, but I have to

confess something".

She nodded in anticipation and squinted her eyes.

"You know me from your past. I am you. You are me. I am

your owner. You see when I was getting your toys, someone kidnapped me. They

threw me inside a trunk when I was getting in my car," The bird revealed.

She opened her mouth in shock. She howled in agony.

"I know I couldn't believe it neither. I guess wherever

they were sending me, I couldn't breathe and passed on. I always checked up on

you to see if you were doing okay. If someone picked you up seeing that you

were all alone," The bird finished.

She howled more loudly this time. She licked the bird on the cheek.

“Thank you for looking after me for a year. As long as you’re with me. It’s okay I can figure things out on my own,” She reassured.