For weeks that bird was outside the window, everyday it chirped and you said you never heard.
“There is no bird.”
For weeks you tried to convince me I was crazy, it was my imagination you said but that didn’t phase me. It was loud and yet you still couldn’t hear, window up to your ear. Finally I broke and let it go, I believed I was insane and having a mental break. But then one day, we looked outside the window and saw the little nest hiding on the beam of your porch. Of course.
“There is no bird.”
My favourite one.
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