Listen To This

 What a day. Sun shining, birds singing, but my head feels like a fog. Coffee, please. Sugar, cream. No, just black. Why? Habit. Routine. Comfort. Or is it fear? Fear of change. Of the unknown. I should be grateful. Job, home, family. But something's missing. A spark. A fire. Where did it go? Lost in the mundane, the routine. Need to break free. Do something different. Take a risk. But what? How? Fear creeps back in. Safe, familiar. Or is it a cage?

 Get to bed.Eat Pancakes.

Chickens. Cluck, cluck, cluck. Why me? Kidnapped by chickens. How absurd. Where am I? A coop? No, more like a dungeon. Dark, damp. Musty smell of feathers and... chicken shit. Great. Just great. A dog. A dog with an ice cream cone for a dick. What the... Is this a dream? A nightmare? A hallucination? A chicken's idea of a joke? A book. A book with devil wings. Flying. Soaring. Freedom. Or is it a trap? A trick? A test? What does it all mean? Am I losing my mind? Or am I finally seeing the world for what it truly is?