[ WP ] One day people begin turning into an anthropomorphic version of their spirit animal .

The soft morning light pouring on my bed marked the beginning of a new day. I slowly sat up and rubbed my eyes. A tiny white feather fell on a bedsheet besides me. It must have escaped the pillow. As I was dragging my rather unrested body towards the bathroom, I felt strangely empowered, as if a small cluster of light was placed somewhere within my ribcage, the light making me comfortable. I felt home. I dropped my t-shirt on the floor before stepping into the shower. A surge of feathers swamped my feet, I glanced to the mirror and a creature with round wings was staring at me. Those were indeed wings, yes, milk white, round and shining as a couple of midday suns. Strangely, I was n't scared. Frankly, not even surprised. You see, I always knew I could fly. I dived into the yellow dress left on the washing machine, I ran to the window, I opened it widely. The sun was already above the horizon, the light was pouring into the apartments of people, the people were pouring out of their apartments, a bit confused, a bit surprised, with the tails of colorful feathers marking their way. Somebody started singing. It sent shivers down my estranged spine. The new day has started, I realised. I stood up on the windowsill and raised my wings.
