Poof. The scene burst like a bubble popped. The dream was interrupted. No matter.
I am awake. I hear sounds.
Eek. Eek.
Kruk-kruk.
Koo-koo, koo-koo.
Creak-creak.
Chew-chew.
Kew, kew, kew, kew.
Those are bird calls.
Birds are calling, signalling their location, hoping to attract their like. I don’t hear their same species responding, or I can’t differentiate if another bird of the same species has responded.
Somebody exercising and clapping or slapping the body.
The roar of traffic – speeding cars and motorbikes.
Reality.