—it was the most ordinary boring day. the sun shone through the window, sometimes disappearing because of the clouds. every day was similar to the previous one and nothing new... life seemed grey and uninteresting, since it was easy to predict what would happen tomorrow and right now... life became boring.

-again, the same new, and similar to the previous day, the day has come... it would seem that everything should be the same, nothing new... you just have to go on your schedule again, until a loud sound and rustling of leaves is heard on the street... until some voice begins to speak, groaning in pain.

oughhh-!!!... dammit, did it really had to be a simple bush!!? my precious wings-!!...

-someone said in an annoyed tone, still groaning occasionaly, clearly displeased and in pain..