Is my muse my birds?

My cockatiel, Sydney is sitting on my chest. He yawns. I yawn. The parakeets, Frick and Frack, in a nearby cage yawn. Sydney yawns again. I can't help myself. I yawn. Frick and Frack stop chattering and yawn again. The cycle starts over. It's contagious. We're have a yawnfest in my office. Yawn. Maybe I'll take a nap. Someday this little episode will find its way into a story. Life provides endless stories to tap. You just have to look beyond what's happening like that big bright light in the sky heading for my house...