Forcefully, persuasively, she drew me out of my cocoon.
Hopping into her neon green Mercedes—impossibly sleek and growling in anticipation of the night’s adventure—we sped into the city.
We sat on the edge of a skyscraper, feet dangling aimlessly as we watched lights twinkle for lives that were not ours, breathing in the cigar smoke as if it were oxygen skimming our eager lips. We cried to mourn our old, contented selves, and then she let herself fall gracefully from that tall ledge. I unfolded my soft, limp wings and followed her, knowing my metamorphosis was complete.