Hello World!

"Hello! ...........................Hello! .........Hello! ................................................Hello!" He awoke, slowly, still halfway on the other side, with his eyes closed. "Hello!" It was a grey, chilly Saturday morning - he already knew that without looking, like some things that one just happens to know. There was something he enjoyed thoroughly about the concept of waking up John-style (meaning: in sloooow motion) - one gently got used to the real world instead of being plunged into it by an alarm clock during the key scene of a dream. "Hello!" His eyes still closed, dedicated to make it a super-slomo this time, he tried to focus on what was going on, but not too hard as that would inevitably destroy the good part about waking up John-style. Who... was... calling? And - why? It took him a few time units to realize he wasn't on the phone, actually, although the voice sounded much like it. Confused, he let the already arrived parts of his brain work on this case, but rather in an "I just wanna go back to sleep so who is talking to me and how did he get here in the first place" kind of way, listening to the voice over and over, probably awaiting to get hypnotized by it and finally falling asleep again. Unfortunately, his brain switched to Sam Spade mode all by itself... Did the voice sound familiar? Not at all. Or, well, maybe, he wasn't quite sure. He tried to locate the voice's origin and decided it had to be positioned about six to eight feet southeast of the foot of his bed, so it apparently was outside... meaning fifth floor, roof! He heard it going "Grokk are... are... krakeeh'pooh!" on the other side of the window, and it began to dawn on him that the voice he was hearing must belong to a crow sitting on the eaves, completing its speech routine. That bird really had to exercise some substantives, he thought, and with that very thought his brain's arrival had completed, sort of. His eyes still closed, he made a last attempt to inhale the remainders of his sleep, and as if the bird had noticed he had now woken up, it started singing - if one could call that singing what crows do when they don't do the speech routine. He gave up on pretending he might fall asleep again, opened his eyes and looked right into the face of Jakob, who was lying about one foot away next to his pillow. "Morning, Jakob!" he said, "did ya sleep well?". Jakob glanced back quietly, then sat up halfway and looked around, commencing her tread-water-drill just like cats do to let you know they did sleep well and could do with some sort of proper breakfast anytime soon. "Hello!" it sounded from the outside. "Well, yeah... hello world! Let's go get the Whizzkas!"