The Nerd's Secret |Ongoing|

☫ Chapter 5 ☫

  ☫ Chapter 5 ☫  

I woke up with a jolt, causing my head to bang against something.

     Rolling from side to side I refused to wake up completely before the alarm went on. I kept tapping the areas next to me, looking for my blanket in hope to keep me warm. With furrowed eyebrows, I squinted my eyes open. My eyes immediately widened when I became aware of everything. My vision was hazy due to not wearing my glasses but I was still able to see that something was terribly wrong.

     I was no longer on my bed. That's not the actual problem though. It is an issue but it doesn't beat the other larger and more spine-chilling predicament. I was floating. I scrunched my nose as my eyes fluttered and greeted with the white ceiling of my room. So that's what I bumped my head against.

     And then I noticed something much more scarier. There was a cockroach two inches away from my face. I felt my heart leap as my stomach clenched, terrified. I cautiously sucked in a breath as it crawled quickly.

     "Oh, frick frack!" I whispered in a panic. I clasped my hands over my mouth making my scream muffled when the cockroach began flying. It's bug wings flapped around the room seeming not to comprehend my severe hysteria and minding its business.

     I ignored trivial issues, not caring about things that didn't matter at the moment. I didn't necessarily think as the adrenaline coursed through my veins and my heart pumped. All while still floating, I grabbed my chemistry book and wracked it in the air aimlessly. I inwardly begged for it to hit the cockroach.

     Then my eyes did something weird. Through blurred vision, I suddenly was able to see in a different perspective. A bird's eye view if we must. And in that very moment, my textbook hit the cockroach and the bug went flying right into my mini trash can.

     Oh my goodness, I sighed with a wave of relief when I knew it would no longer flutter anywhere near me. I almost had a heart attack.

     Now I was simply not paying attention to specific details; like how abnormal this was and the fact that things are getting weirder and weirder as the days go by. I pressed my palms against the ceiling and tried to somehow push myself down back on the bed. I bit my lips when my fingers dug into the ceiling, creating a dent. Okay. That's clearly not going to work out. I flipped myself over, now hovering in an air in a plane position.

     My stomach dropped when I realized how far away from the floor I was. My knees buckled as I shuddered involuntarily. Sweat began forming down my forehead. Did this room suddenly get small? I feel like it did. It might have. At this point, I'm not sure if anything is really real.

     I roughly heaved a sigh. See, I'm not a complete idiot when it comes to weird situations. I have my fair share in experiencing them as you all casually witnessed. But I don't know. It's just something about this particular one that seems very wrong. It could just be the way I'm defying gravity. Something a normal, everyday, average, ordinary human, such as myself, do not take part in.

     I'm starting to think that maybe I'm not a normal, everyday, average, ordinary human.

     Let's format this all neatly before my conspiracy theories blind me from what's actually happening. Predicament: I'm flying. Reason: I could be dreaming and/or hallucinating. Logic: I have officially reached the point of craziness. Conclusion: I need to get to the ground.

     "Get on the ground," I said to myself while blowing my cheeks with frustration. "How do I do that?"

     I placed my hands in a swimming pose and tried to swim my way back into bed. It was a ridiculous idea and not quite working. I followed the strokes I would do if I was in a pool, managing to get closer to my bed but still not reaching it. Maybe I'm supposed to demand it? Or pull on a Peter Pan.