‘Unique! Guess what day it is today?’
‘Sunday the 12th of July.’
‘But Unique, guess what day it is today?’
‘I’ve just guessed.’
He opens the blinds in my bedroom and although it’s 0444 the sky is pitch black.
I blink a few times and then rub my eyes.
I noticed his sapphire blue eyes are gleaming now, Crow is happy. Elated in fact. I slip out of bed and say, ‘what happened the sun?’
‘Unique, don’t you know what day it is today?’
‘Crow, sweetie, I’ve already told you – Sunday the 12th of July 2020’
I then wink at Crow and head into the bathroom. I’m guessing I’m imagining the blackness outside. Maybe the time is wrong, and I’ve been woken up in the middle of the night? Either way, something is off today.
I brush my teeth.
I squeeze a large portion of coconut shower gel onto my navy-blue washcloth and wash away the night before.
A fine ballad of tweeting reverberates through our home and shakes the blueberry candle, just a little.
I dry off, dress and apply the perfect layer of Ruby Woo by Mac on my lips.
I enter the kitchen and look around for Crow. He’s not here – he’s usually eating bagels by the time I finish getting ready. I glance outside and see that it’s pitch-black. I check my watch and see the time is 0722. The sun is usually out by now.
I walk cautiously out into the hallway and slowly open the front door. The sweet song from above is utterly divine. I’m looking up and above my house is a? Well, what looks like a giant-size sheet of? Black. I walk down the driveway and hum along with the blackness above me. I recognise this tune, only I’ve never heard it in this manner. Piano Sonata No. 14 Beethoven
The shape above me looks like a triangle, off in the distance I see sunlight and at the very front of this black triangle, I notice a glint of blue.
The blue moves forward, separating itself from the shape. And there I realise Crow has grown – at a guess, he’s 3 metres long and his sapphire blue eyes are the size of Granny Smith apples.
He swoops down toward me, shouting, ‘UNIQUE GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS?’
I smile as he lands right beside me, his jet-black feathers blowing the last few shower droplets out of my sapphire blue braids. I stroke his left-wing and whisper, ‘we now have 100 followers!’
Crow squawks to the black plume above and that’s when I see a murder of 100 crows breakaway from one another and release blue sparkly words of love and appreciation.
They then disperse and fly away in different directions, across our universe.
Crow and I stand at the end of our driveway and salute all of you!
Crow & Unique