K.) "Birds"

On one fine spring morning in the countrysides of Britain, a young woman had awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside in the sky.  This was her favorite way to wake up.  It was early, and she loved to be able to experience the peace and serenity of the sunrise.  She stayed there in bed awhile longer, thinking about the busy day ahead.  The harmonious chirping of the birds interrupted her thoughts just as they had awoken her from a deep slumber.  The sound became increasingly urgent, and the symphony that was once playing was now just a series of frantic, urgent squawks echoing through the hills.  The noise produced was so loud that she felt as though they were all inside the little room now filled with a dim light.  Curious, she got out of bed and tip-toed over to the window, careful not to wake up anyone in the room below.  She looked outside and was astonished to find none.  She skimmed the sky, the tops of trees, and even the rocky cliffs below but did not see any birds.  Confused and agitated at this point she backed away from the window and made a pot of coffee.  The problem was still bothering her, however, and she quickly returned to the window before it was made.  She threw open the window in a now aggravated state, and became even more frustrated when all of the noise stopped.  The silence was eerie, and she quickly became weary of her surroundings.  She backed away from the window, and went over to the door.  She tried to leave, but it wouldn't budge.  Now panicking even more, she ran over to the bed and sat down.  She sat there listening to the wind trying to calm down, but soon realized that the noise she was hearing wasn't the wind, but the flapping of wings.  She looked up for a moment and did a double-take.  The wallpaper, a pretty grey with little doves on it, was moving.  One of the little doves once plastered to the wall was slowly flapping its wings.  It picked up speed and took off slowly through the open window.  Looking around the room, she saw more and more of these little white birds come to life, leaving little grey spaces in the wallpaper.  Confused and awe-struck, she walked over to the window and closed it.  The wallpaper once again became still, and the chirping outside commenced.  She walked over to her coffee, poured a cup, and slowly sat down in the chair by the window, enjoying the faint sound of chirping birds away in the distance.