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My hand covers my mouth in horror, shock, and awe.
Wings. I have wings.
My other hand shakily reaches back and strokes one.
They're so soft.
"I see you're awake now," the voice says from the doorway. I whirl around and see a woman standing there, dressed in a bright yellow sundress. Her own wings take up the space behind her. They're bigger than mine and the feathers are all white with gold tips.
Her hair is like melted caramel flowing around her head and shoulders. Her eyes shine like hazel colored gems over her perfect ski slope nose. Full pink lips complement her round face and she just looks angelic.
Which I guess she is.