I woke up the next day sprawled out and lying on my stomach. It is nine thirty six a.m and I felt like I had an okay sleep for how long I stayed up last night. The hunter had no evidence of my exsistance, if he survived from the falling tree then he could say whatever he wants to others and only a top of the line nut job would believe him. I tried to take my mind off of him and I got dressed for the day. My grandma was watching the news and I ate cereal for breakfast, I had two bowls instead of just one because of last night's failed hunt. I relaxed on the couch watching tv until I did my daily chores. Days are pretty boring while nights are all the fun, or two bad accidents in one night. I have never made an error of my existance, exept when I was fifteen and my mom saw my shredded white pants from me changing too fast that night before... But anyways, last night I risked killing twenty two people on a plane and I almost had a young male hunter post me on instagram or whataver. I possibly killed him with that tree but I'm just glad that I didn't look. When I go out tonight, I'm just gonna have to pick a different hunting spot. When night came and my grandma was deep asleep, I repeated the same steps as always. I sneaked out of the door wearing my pajamas at twelve fourty three. It is sprinkling right now but it'll only bother me for a minute. In my human form, I hate being cold AND wet! I rushed up the hill to where I knocked down the massive pine trees then shivered as I quickly got undressed. I put my pajamas in a dry spot and I began to change a little faster this time. I flew into the air when my wings were formed enough....