Last Night’s Dream

by nicolecallihan

I was in an SUV with my ex-stepfather. We were driving through the New York streets and hundreds of people were dressed as birds, flapping their huge paper wings and running into the middle of the road. I had to slam on my brakes to avoid hitting them. They squawked and called, and Thorn kept hitting the palm of his hand on the dashboard. Birds, he kept yelling, these damn birds.