My heart jumped, along with my stomach. I stifled a scream so that my escape wouldn't go to waste as I plummeted downward. With all my strength, I pushed my wings outward until fully extended. At least 15 feet across, I was lifted high into the air with every stroke made by my dark brown wings, golden feathers lining the ends. Someone had cut slits in my shirt so that my wings could extend out of my shirt more easily. I silently thanked whoever that was, and flew off into the dark, as far from the building as I could.
I had been flying for about five hours I guessed. Maybe more. My wings were starting to feel stiff and my eyes were even drooping a little. I forced them to stay open and slowly made my way across the night sky. I had no idea where I was or what time it was. All I knew was that I needed to get as far away from the building as I could. The morning was sure not to bring good fortune of my escape. I dropped in the sky a little, causing my heart to race. Okay, now I knew I had to rest. I angled the direction of my wings downward and landed on the roof of an unknown building. Large, radiator like structures lay embedded into the rough cement of the roof, letting out a warm steam. It felt soothing on my now exhausted wings, and my frozen body. Leaning against the machine, I felt my eyes slowly close.
Then nothing.
