On a quiet afternoon, a woman is laying on piles of blankets in her book nook. She starts to doze and her eyes close. Seconds later they snap open as she finds herself in the same lying position but outdoors in a bush. She slowly looks around then down at herself before jumping up in excitement only to overbalance and tumble forward as her new winged arms swing around. She stumbles and crashes into a tree, knocking herself out.

Her eyes snap open and she falls forward into her book nook, safe and sound. Her head spins and she is wide awake. She glances around and confirms she is back home. Her book is clenched in her hands and when she looks closely, birds seem to be flying across the words, she laughs out loud and strokes the pages. This time she settles in with a smile and continues reading. Soon the same thing happens. 

This time she cautiously gets up and looks around, seeing a forest line with something happening beyond. Its a cliff side and a flock of birds diving off the edge to play in the air. She looks down and examines her wings, staring in awe before looking back at the birds. In the distant air below, she startles to see a few other shapes like hers, but they are distant and half hidden by fog, appearing more like the birds on book pages. With a few steps, she approaches the flock that continues moving around her. She spreads her wings and watches the birds closely, mimicking their take off, and throws herself into the air. She wants to reach the others like her, to be at the same level of awe inspiring flying. The first time she crashes down, but this only encourages her and she approaches the cliffside. Steeling herself, she jumps. And flies. Her wings spread and she catches a draft, easly supporting herself. While she hasnt nailed controled flying, she can glide and hover on air currents.

That night she settles with the birds and lies to sleep, after a couple shifts, she opens her eyes to watch the flock. One human bird is staring at her. they shift closer and fluff their wings, poking a fallen feather towards her. Fighting sleep, she eventually succumbs, holding the feather tightly. 

Back in the book nook, she wakes up only to find the feather is with her. It is such a startling piece if proof that she drops it quickly, but a draft catches it. It drifts to her open window and right out into the sunrise. In the distance she swears she can see a flock of human/avians diving and soaring. 

She drops the book and approaches her window, opening it to hear laughter and excitement in the distance. A figure seperates from the group and approaches, motioning for her to join. She gleefully throws herself through the window. As soon as she passes through the frame, her bird form is back, but its still her world. She soars toward the flock through the night sky, whooping as she falls to the birds. She flares her wings and directs her descent to them. The book nook sits empty as the wind plays with its curtains.