I woke up thoroughly disoriented, surrounded by beautiful white light. Every detail of my surroundings was etched with sublime clarity, the superhuman distinction of all surfaces forming a riot of detail. Birds were singing and chirping, and it seemed they were right with me. Shockingly close. It was seven in the morning. The wall of the building opposite my own was blinding white.

Slowly it occurred to me that my apartment was full of little brown camouflage birds, invisible to the eye but very loud for the ear. Their chirping was so loud because they were right next to my head.

I turned on all my fans, and a cool breeze began to turn through the room. I felt like cardboard, with only two hours of sleep and a hangover born of dehydration. I could only see the birds appear, super-real in the white light, when they moved. Still, their protective coloration perfectly matched with my decór.

I grabbed a black sheet from the bed and ran around the room with it for an hour. The birds left. I went back to sleep.