Found this prompt in the archives of Rachel McKibben’s website, a true treasure trove of ideas.
Diary of a Winged Human
This morning, feathers fell unceremoniously into my coffee as I flew to work. I flapped a hello to the new person. It’s hard to sit at my desk with these things. I did a little work. I drank copious amounts of water. I am always tired. I went to a couple meetings where everyone stared at me. Flew home. Tried going for a walk, but my wings wanted to soar. Feathers fell unceremoniously into my spaghetti. Read about non-winged people. Went to bed curled in my own down.