*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*

     I lay here, in my bed just listening to the off pitched ringing of my alarm go off. A constant annoyance to my ears, a million things are going through my mind yet I'm just focusing on the alarm. As I reach to shut it off, Adella my 3-year-old cat pounces onto my stomach, she lets out a small meow and lays down on my chest. It seems as if every day is starting to repeat its self, every day the same regime.

    My grandfather tall figure leans on the side of the open door, he stands there with his half slanted smile and looks at me knowing exactly what I'm thinking. Adella purrs as I move to sit up in my bed, just as I was about to say 'Good Morning' something big slams against the semi-opened window. Andella jumps up and hisses towards the window, her tail puffed out and curled, her nails digging into the blanket. My grandfather and I look at each other and look back at the window, he moves closer to the window and he jumps. Something else hits the window making a bigger noise, thick dark blood drips down the window, onto the window sill. My body moving faster than my thoughts, I move to help my grandfather sit down on the bed.

    "I'll check it out, stay here... I don't want you to get sick again," I say as I pull down the blinds so he doesn't see the blood. Vasovagal syncope is when you faint because your body overreacts to certain triggers, such as the sight of blood or extreme emotional distress. He doesn't faint, he gets extremely ill.

    Outside I find two dead birds mangled in some kind of grey string, I look up at my window on the second floor and back at the birds. I wonder if anyone noticed how pretty the sky was today, how the blue was bright and soft all at once. But, I felt like there was a tension in the air, like static. It felt like everything absolutely still, no breeze could be felt. Birds fly into windows because when they're looking at the window, they're seeing the reflection of sky or trees instead of a pane of glass. They think they're following a clear flight path. But, why are these birds tied with this grey string?

    " Grandpa, you okay? " The air was filled with the smell of bacon, and eggs. I walk into the kitchen where I find him cooking breakfast. He's leaned over the stove flipping some pancakes with a smile on his face.

    " Yeah, I'm fine hun... Would you like breakfast?" He clearly didn't want to know what it was or what had happened, so I put on a smile and sit at the table.

    " Yes please!" He brings over a plate filled with a delicious Sunday breakfast, seeing the way how everything was put perfectly on the plate brings me joy.  The bacon sits on the plate in crispy waves, the eggs give off steam the gently danced in the air. My stomach growled and I squirmed in my seat to try to silence the rumbling. The sweet, savory aroma wafted through the house, my mouth starts to water as I wait for my grandpa to sit so we can eat together. 

   My grandfather's voice is very soft-spoken, yet is musky and strong as he says prayer, we begin to eat my mouth is just filled with glorious flavors. It had brought back memories from my childhood. Thinking about the good times that we spent together over the years, we have been through so much together. As I finish my plate, I put it in the sink glancing over at the counter, where last weeks mail sits. Once again I hear my alarm go off from upstairs, it's time to work. I kiss my grandpa's cheek as I go upstairs to get ready for the day. Hopefully, nothing else crazy happens...