Sarah is tired.
An owl decided to make its home on her bedroom balcony. She tried shooing it away but it always returned. She meant to call animal control and have them take the owl away but when she begins dialing the number, a fog comes over her. The next thing she knows an hour has passed and she doesn't remember what she did during that hour. If she can't remember, then it must not be important, she thinks.
The owl is outside right now. She can make out its form through the thin white lacy curtains. It's bathing in moonlight and seems to grow bigger.
She struggles to keep her eyes open. Every time she blinks the owl seems to grow and grow. She can't stay awake any longer and decides she's already dreaming when the owl turns into a man. He has long blond hair.
He's still beautiful, she thinks as she falls asleep.