My eyes open to a light rain and mockingbird song.
In the moment it takes for sleep to fall from the crevices of my consciousness, the world is alien. I have traveled here from a more ordinary planet. How strange that water falls from the sky; that a creature flies around and makes beautiful sounds for some yet undiscovered reason. How strange that life abounds here in the face of the constant, systematic rape from its dominant species – born and suckled here themselves.
The moment passes – a flood of familiarity – I again join in the matricidal march of my kind.