The Nightbird
When going to sleep, we always expect to wake up at the same place, on the consecutive day. But is this always true? Who ever promised to us that it would always be the case? Once, night might fall as a black bird that hovered over us unnoticed for all these years, waiting for his opportunity to grasp us, and we will find ourselves deraptured from our world of naught security. If not before, we shall recognize by then that neither time nor place ever had any meaning - they are fiction, and it is by chance that we never woke up yesterday. The capital, the holy chair, the Eiffel Tower and the nuclear silos just stood outside, in front of our window all the time; we just weren't able to notice them, since they were hidden so well in the nightbirds wheeling shadow.