"Katie, dinner time!" The voice cut through Ollie's mind, as the touch of the girl's fingers on his feathers ceased."
"Crud," She whispered before calling down, "Be right there mom!"
She put a finger to her lips. "Stay quiet up here, and I'll be right back. You will stay ... wont you?"
Ollie found himself nodding slowly. Katie giggled and kissed his beak, the action bringing a sudden surge of butterflies to his young gut. "I'm holding you to that." She said and scampered downstairs.
Ollie was left alone on the bed, the cool breeze from the window tickling his form as the lingering wonderfulness of what just happened started to ebb away. His mind became clearer, moment by moment. Was this what birds felt when touched? He wasn't sure. It felt great but, it was almost hypnotic. He glanced outside towards his house. He ought to really go, being here was a bad idea. He got up from the bed and started towards the window ...