Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a bird hopping around on one of those metal lifts that people use to clean windows. Getting up, I peered out of the glass. As luck would have it, the lift extended far enough to reach my Little Lamb’s window. She wasn’t escaping me this time. Getting my ass to fit through that small window was my biggest struggle, but then I peered down at the street below. “I’m gonna fucking die. Yes, I’m gonna die because I can’t fly,”
