I'm writing a story...yeah...here's a preview:
Ammon stared out the window as the sun rose slowly over the trees in the distance. It's orange shape stared back at him, reflecting across the lake. The birds awoke with the sun, suddenly fluttering around Ammon's window chirping merrily. One cardinal landed inches from his hand, beside the drapes that blew restlessly in the quiet breeze.
The bird turned its red head to Ammon's face and chirped. He didn't smile. He rarely did these days. The bird was free, free to fly where ever it pleased. It could sing as loud as it wanted. Its freedom was just a reminder of Ammon's imprisonment -- a reminder of his unhappiness.
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