Status Updates From Not Today, Satan

Exhaustion settles over me as the sky darkens. I eventually have the bench to myself, so I lie across it and wrap my wings around me like a blanket. The moon replaces the sun and stars splatter the sky with light. There aren't as many as on my ceiling back home, but they're there.
I breathe deeply as one last tear trickles from the corner of my eye.
Unlike the painting in my room, the sky above is endless.

Sweat beads the back of my neck as I grit my teeth and raise my foot against whatever force is trying to keep me planted to the floor. One step takes all of my energy, but I press on. A second step. Arms outstretched, I inch forward, crying out as my palms ram into a mirror.
I walk my fingers across the col glass until I find the edge of the mirror. Maneuvering int he darkness, I make it down another hallway.