Summaiya Rehman

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As I hear the birds chirping and singing melodiously, and the leaves on the branches swaying benevolently, I take a deep breath in, suddenly getting a whiff of buttery pancakes. My eyes shoot wide open, as I sprint off my bed, running downstairs to the kitchen, my hair a bird's nest, my breath so deadly, it could kill anyone within its proximity, but it does not bother me at all.