The morning sun streams in through the crooked gaps of cheap aluminum blinds as it bathed the bedroom in alternating strips of harsh and uneven golden light.

Above the center of the room turns the blades of a white ceiling fan. Its whoosh provides the only sound in the quiet room, apart from some light snoring, and the quiet hum of a computer left on from the night before.

Against this glare, one might make out the contents of the room: A single window, white walls from which hang the decorations of the tenant, a messy wooden brown dresser, a large queen-sized bed in the center with a pair of gray talons jutting out past the footboard, an upholstered chair with a partially crumpled mauve evening gown, a computer desk, a messy brown wooden dresser, and an equally messy brown matching nightstand.

Scattered across a scratched yellow wooden floor, one might make out the remains of the previous evening:

A leather wallet, a pair of black socks stuffed loosely into brown wing-tip loafers, red and white striped cotton boxers, a white V-neck undershirt, the crumpled trousers, jacket and vest of a 3-piece double-breasted navy-blue suit, a white dress shirt, burgundy lady's pumps, a black silk bra, and a few feathers red and blue.

Gazing up from the floor and starting in the back left corner, one would first encounter a large tall-back upholstered chair. Draped haphazardly over the chair is a partially crumpled evening dress, its shiny mauve-colored satin fabric contrasting against the gray upholstery of the chair.

Turning to the right, one would see a large pine shelf jutting out from the wall. Placed upon its yellow varnished surface are items pertaining to various moments in the occupant's life: a trophy from a soccer tournament, a photo of a child bird holding an award, some souvenirs from trips bygone, a photo of a red robin in graduation garb smiling and clutching a diploma flanked on either side by her proud parents, and finally a candid photo of the same robin hanging out at the beach with her friend, a tan furred bespectacled mole.

Next comes the window with its worn and dented taupe-colored aluminum Venetian blinds. Hanging from either side are long red drapes- an attempt to improve the other unflattering window treatment.

After the window, comes three faded sepia-tinted monochrome photographs of a bird couple housed behind a protective glass frame.

The first one appears to be taken in some unknown village in central Europe. On a bale of hay in barn with intricately carved wooden beams sit two robin-like birds dressed in traditional peasant attire. At their feet are several large pumpkins, possibly representing the year harvest. A stern expression of almost sadness is on their faces. The second photograph is apparently of the same couple still dressed in the same attire, but this time they are smiling and standing near a dock in an unknown American city. The female bird cradles in her wings a large egg, their child perhaps, while in the background, workmen are hauling cargo from a steamship onto a parked model T truck. Finally, in the third photo, they are wearing formal American attire of the early twentieth century and are standing in front of what appears to be a large stone courthouse with a large waving American flag in the center of some city. Flanking them on either side are two smaller birds, their children, and off to the side stands a short bespectacled gray wolf sharply dressed in a suit. Beneath him in white handwriting, is written "Lou Wolfson. Esq." Beneath the two birds, are written also in white, "Frank & Maria Szabo. Delta City, CA Federal Courthouse. Naturalization, 1932."

In the corner beneath sits a small L-shaped glass and steel desk. Hanging above the desk is a framed diploma, with the words "Margaret Smith, Delta City Community College, Associates Degree in Broadcast Journalism, 2004" emblazoned across the center in bold Gothic lettering. While, on top of the desk, a desktop computer, its monitor showing an endless loop of flying windows, quietly hums in the background partly drowning out the sound of faint snoring in the room.

A few feet away, a large glass dressing mirror hangs from the wall. Beneath it sits a plain but sturdy brown wooden dresser. A tortoiseshell comb with red feathers stuck between its teeth, a hand mirror, perfume bottles, and makeup are scattered haphazardly on the dresser surface, indicative of somebody having to dress in a hurry for an event. In the center of the dresser sits a small wooden chest whose half-ajar drawers reveal various pieces of jewelry in varying quality: a few family heirlooms with silver, gold, and precious stones; and other lesser pieces in nickel and rhinestone. Noticeably absent however is a pair of pearl earrings whose case sits empty atop the jewelry chest.

Turning again, we come to the right-side wall, the bulk of which is taken up by two white doors: an ordinary steel door leading to the hallway, and a long, wooden accordion door hiding the closet. On the wall, between the two doors is a large autographed poster of the rock band "Fist Pump." from their 2000 tour.

Rounding the corner, we complete our tour of the room. We come across a wooden nightstand, adjacent to the bed we saw before.

On a typical day, this nightstand would only have a black digital alarm clock, a charging cell phone, a pink vase-shaped table lamp, a bottle of prescription medicine, and a blue retainer case. But on this day, three new features have been added: a half-empty pack of Marlboro cigarettes, a green-swirled glass pipe with its bowl darkened by resin and ash, and a protective wall of half-empty beer bottles arranged like a stockade to encircle it all.

Turning one's eyes to the bed, one would find two sleeping birds: one red and one blue. Their otherwise nude bodies are covered from below the waist by a large red comforter and white linen sheets that are haphazardly covered in loose feathers that fell from their bodies earlier in the day.

In the center of the bed, propped up on a large pillow, snoring, and sleeping on his back, lies the blue-colored bird, a tall male Eastern bluejay. Sky blue feathers otherwise cover his body save for the two black bands near his wrist and a large patch of white covering his torso from top of his neck down to the abdomen. He lies there half-asleep, his pointed crest reduced to a messy tuft and his dark gray beak agape, being stirred every so often as the light and heat of the sun play across his face. His wings form a semaphore of sorts, with one lying exposed, loosely by his side, and the other draped across his partner's back.

On top of him, lies his companion. She is a crimson-colored female robin who, on ordinary days, would be this bedrooms' sole occupant. Like her partner, she too has a similar white patch on her face and chest, and the feathers atop her head form a pointed crest. Her back to the sun and glare, she lies there in serene slumber, blissfully unaware of her surroundings. Her round and delicate smiling face lay atop his sternum. Her bare white-feathered breasts press against the center of his chest, while her red wings hold him in a gentle embrace. Small pearl earrings dangle from the rim of her black comma-shaped ears.

Meanwhile, the sun continues its path across the sky. The light streaming through the blinds grows brighter by the moment. Eventually, it renders the Bluejay's sleep intolerable. With a pounding headache and stiff neck, he slowly turns his head to gaze his half-lidded eyes upon the alarm clock.

In a strained and hoarse voice, he groans, "Ughh, what time is it?"

To which the alarm clocks replies silently in flickering red LED segments, "10:45A."

The Robin, now awoken by his stirring, slowly mumbles, "Mooord-a…", only to be interrupted by the word "SHIT!"