I am in bed. On top of my wardrobe is a strange, lanky, black, eyeless bird. It jumps down and drinks some water. It is an insectivore. I am scared of its long beak, I know that it’s dangerous. It hops back up to its nest before I can open a window and push it outside.
I talk to it, and tempt it down from the wardrobe with water and food. After a few attempts I manage to get it out of the window.
It transforms into a seagull. It looks a bit annoyed and cold, it glides away on white wings.