It was supposed to be a peaceful morning.
A little moment of calm. A bit of me time.
Just me, a flat white and some sunshine at the local cafe
I was mid-sip, feeling very main character, when it happened: a flap of wings, a flurry of feathers… and a pigeon landed on my head.
Not near me. Not next to me. On my actual head.
I let out a very unchill noise, felt its tiny claws on my scalp (shudder), flailed in panic, knocked over my coffee (RIP) and may have said a few things I wouldn't usually say out loud.
























