Gargoyles

Last night I had a pretty strange dream (well, it wasn't that strange for me, but for any normal person it would've been). I dreamed that I was standing on the roof of this massive castle, but I couldn't move. The sun was setting directly in front of me, creating a bright pink and yellow blur, I couldn't close my eyes or look away. Gradually, as the sun began to fall behind the distant purple mountains I regained my mobility. First it was my eyes, I could move them, and blink. Next, it was my fingers, then my head, then my legs, and when the sun completely sank behind the mountains I could flex my wings. In the dream, it seemed completely normal that I had wings (of course, when I woke up I was like wtf?). When the first star shone in the sky I leaped off the roof of the building. Free-falling at first was exhilarating, but then I remembered my wings. Flying of my own accord was indescribable. Feeling the rush of wind through my hair, and feeling the heaving of my chest with the effort of regaining the height I'd lost from my dive off the roof. It was an incredible dream, if only it had been real...