A writer's mind is always scheming

My oldest niece has begun emailing me. When asked why my emails were written so early, I explained that the birds wake me up in the mornings. She felt that not getting to sleep in was a tragedy, so I shared with her my plan to make tiny sleep masks for all the birds so that they could sleep through the sunrise and thus so could I. I admitted that there were still a few details of the plan to be worked out, but I thought I was on the right track.

She declared that I was crazy, but in an awesome way. Which is really the best kind of aunt to be.