Get up and sing, little bird

You whispered, softly tugging at the angel who was basking in the rays of the sun passing through the colorful stained glass windows. The boy, stretching his numb wings, lay on one of the church pews

He groaned sleepily and stretched almost like a cat. You, in turn, simply stepped back and straightened up and said

The church will be opening soon. I don't think all the visitors will be happy to see someone sleeping on the pews. Even if that someone is an angel

After standing like that for a few more moments, you crossed your arms behind your back and weakly stamped your foot on the laminate flooring

Well? The church choir won't wait long for you