Nine

I was sitting down by a table and chair the other day and I saw a bird fly to my feet.
The bird looked me in the eye.
It hopped around for a bit before flying away.
As I watched the bird take flight, I got up on my feet and began walking home.
My journey home however, felt different than that of the bird's.
I felt restrained, like I could soar if something wasn't holding me back.
I'm scared to death right now.