[the feathers are mesmerizing, and the dreamy sensation helps you ignore the noise a bit too. . . it'd be easy to stay like this for a while, flapping your arms occasionally.

unfortunately, the irregularly shaped hard objects are still there. with a little effort and persistence, you unearth at least a few things from the pile. you now have:

a crowbar
a pile of paint tubes in crazed bright colors
an antique-looking hotel telephone with the cord cut.

oookay then.]