Staring at the gray clouds, I oddly feel calm.
It's odd because there's something happening. A situation I can't conclude what.
How could I? It's up in the sky.
My back aches and there's a slight throb so I sit up. I groan as the ache amplifies.
I open my eyes as the pain suddenly dissipates.
I blink at the gray clouds once more and smile. Well, what a strange occurrence. I feel more calm too. I whisper, "I will go now."
A gust of wind whirls as I stand up.
I gape as my feet lose contact from the ground. Flapping sounds resonate around me. With a glance behind me, feathers greeted me.
Graceful wings with blended colors.
As the gust of wind halts, I start to fall.
A sharp gasp flows past my lips as I open my eyes.
I am still staring at the gray clouds.
A dream? What a weird dream.
I cautiously reach a hand toward my back. Nothing.
I looked behind. Nothing.
I shook my head and scowl. "Stupid little girl."
I lay again on the rooftop. I stare at the bundles of clouds.
I wave a hand at it, wishing there'll be a hole.
I laugh a bit and pull my hand back. My eyes close.
A few seconds later, I stare back at the sky.
A hole. A hole in the exact same place I placed my hand.
A shake of the head. Must've been an airplane, or jet, or maybe the wind.
I couldn't have done that.
Could I?
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