Moon rising

I don't know how long I've been asleep. The moon is up. I can't see it, but I can feel its gravity tugging me. The world seems different, somehow. I stretch my wings; they feel like stone. There's stone all round me. I can't move. The sounds of the world seep into me through the stone. And my thoughts seep out.

I wonder if there's anyone out there to listen to them.

It'll take some time, I think, to get my bearings. I've been here a long time. Things have changed. So I'll just wait, gather my strength and see what happens next.