Hyper

Another set of explanations

When I came to for the third freaking time, I realized I was back in my room. Something wasn't right though. Every aspect of it was wrong. Items were distorted. Things were hanging upside down. The walls were blurred, like someone had put plastic wrap over my eyes.

I checked just in case. There wasn't any.

My hands looked crystallized, which definitely wasn't the way they should be. Somehow my vision managed to fly past my crystallized hands to look at the ceiling above me. That was when I knew my life would never be the same. Because my bed was there, above me, along with my nightstand and the carpeted floor.

I screamed like a little girl.

I fell out of the air and landed headfirst into my bed. I bounced a few times before getting my bearings. I was definitely in my room but something was definitely wrong. My vision was still blurred and my head was spinning.

Then I realized that I had been levitating. And I screamed again. Something was definitely wrong. I mean, it wasn't every day you woke up in your room doing something impossible. But there had to be some explanation. Maybe I still in a coma and I was creating this imaginary world where floating was normal and people actually liked me. Or maybe the rock that I had choked on had killed me and this was some sort of purgatory where someone was deciding whether or not to to send me to hell.

Honestly, I didn't think I was lucky enough.

I tried to slow my breathing. In. Out. In. Out. In and Out. Burgers. Damn, I'm hungry. I was about to mentally scream at myself for even considering food when my hands started twitching. I looked at them for a while before deciding that something was definitely wrong with me.

Then they caught on fire.

No, that's right, you heard me. My hands caught on fire. Strangely enough, I only felt a slight warmth in the palm of my hands, so it took me a while to process what the hell was going on. Eventually, after looking at my hands for a while, I came to the conclusion that I was on fire and that I needed to put it out.

That was when I started to freak out. Now, obviously, after my many accidents, my parents kept about 20 easily accessible fire extinguishers around the house. Fortunately there were about five in my room.

Unfortunately my hands were a bit on fire, so trying to pick one up would be quite difficult. So, me being the genius that I am, I remember that I have something called a sink in my bathroom. Using my elbows, I twisted the handle to the sink and sighed as the water ran down my hands. Then I gasped as the fire burned even higher and went up my arms.

I decided that the best course of action was to stop, drop, and roll. So I did. And then I fell through the floor. Thankfully there was a couch where I landed, but before I even had time to recover, a jolt went through me, and I was back on my bed.

The fire had spread to my chest and thighs by now, and I was properly freaking out. I started getting up and running around, trying to pat the fires out. I was too preoccupied to realize I was running straight towards my door. Luckily I phased through it, but before I could do anything, I felt something very sharp prick my arm, and I passed out.

When I came to again, I could hear the familiar sound of a fire extinguisher rapidly putting out fires. I was on the couch again, this time without flames.

I groggily opened my eyes to find Dad running around, putting out small fires. He was kind of flustered, but looked more amused than anything else. Mom was hovering over me with a concerned expression on her face. When she saw me stirring she smiled and gave me a hug.

"Young man, you have got to stop knocking yourself unconscious. You've been out for another day. Any more and you might not have woken up." she said, tearing up.