Last night I fell asleep, the next morning felt so surreal. The sunlight peaked through the shutters gazing shamefully at my bedroom full of sheets and pillows from last night's mess. Coming home after 3 am from my sixteenth birthday party was rough, especially from the 2 hour drive back home. It was a Saturday at 9:27 am, and I was looking my worst. I glanced at my mirrored closet that mimicked everything I did. My hair was smooth and long which was raven that shone. It defined my brown tired face that made me look old and young at the same time. I was gracefully hovering over my bed... Wait what? My eyes widened with both amazement and horror. I fell face first on the bed then rolled off with the sheets. How was that possible? I mean sure yeah that's a good thing to have in dreams! I grumbled as I steadied myself on my queen bed. I still had on some jewelry on that pierced through my skin. I felt numb, and my brain was trying to process the impossible. Did I just break the laws of physics? I carefully walked to the closet, gazing back at my brown, no, white eyes? I know for sure that I never drank anything that was strong last night, that's for sure. I blinked several times at myself, dumbfounded. My room looked smaller in the mirror. Red painted walls that was covered with band wallpapers and superheroes were reflected in the mirror behind me. I screamed in fright at the eyes which stared back at me. I know people wouldn't no, couldn't walk down the hallway because no one was home. I closed my eyes and sighed, calming my nerves. Believing that this was all a dream. The sheets that were wrapped around me fell off as the air began to feel lighter revealing my red dress that showed all of my curves. I opened my eyes only to be witnessing my room in bird's eye view. I dropped on my four legs floating down like a petal. I was in a state of shock. I need to remember if I drank a little bit last because I've never had a hangover before, and this could be one. I tried to rake at the back of my brain what happened yesterday.
I arrived at my Aunt Lisa's house with my parents in tow of the driveway. It was a cute cream building with a wide veranda at the front with two tight garages on the right. My flats were silent on the dry grass as I made it up to the door. I peaked inside at the red decorations just for me. There was a long hallway in the center, left was the massive kitchen and right was the tremendous living room. It had streamers all around with balloons scattered along the floor. People sang happy Birthday as I stepped inside for my parents. I never told them that I peeked before. The rest of the night was a blur.
I tried to rewind what happened in my mind as I took my journal and pen from the wooden cabinet drawer. I scribbled down what I remembered so far. I tapped the end of the blue pen knowingly against my temple. Sifting through the events of my past day is harder than remembering last Christmas. I knitted my brow in concentration. The memories are returning back to me now.
After the greetings of the whole family it was time to cut the cake. I'm usually nervous when it comes to knives in big crowds but that day I seemed to conquer that fear. My tiara shown brightly against the flames that licked the candlesticks sliding down to the cake. The cake itself was a masterpiece with red and white frosting rimming the square shape, roses that appeared five times around. In cursive writing, it said Happy Birthday Ivana! I closed my eyes and wished for something that was utterly impossible because I have everything that I could ever want but I can't remember what the wish was.
Returning back to the four walls of my bedroom I noticed I was floating again but this time, by journal floated to. I snatched the book in mid-air and practically swam my way back down to my bed. What did I wish for again? I rubbed my hands over my face, trying to coax the thought to the surface of my brain. Aha, I thought. I jotted the rest of the memory down fast before it disappeared.
I opened lots of presents any girl could be jealous for. Most of my cousins were males so it never really mattered. After that some people took half of the party in the Backyard. A tall handsome gentleman looked about seventeen years old in full black with a black and white gift box in hand. He gave me the box and said, " Your gift Ms. Garcia." and walked away.
I stared at the young man's back. Did anyone see this man come into the house? I tiptoed across the carpet to peer down the hall. No one was there. I glanced at the present and shrugged my shoulders. I opened the box with care and stared at the letter. Your wish was granted.
Nobody does that birthday parties. What did I wish for? I scratched my head in frustration. I could've wished for anything in my tired state like, a house, a boyfriend, a car, for super - it clicked. I froze in place. I gradually began to pick my pen up and write letter by letter, phrase by phrase.
I had wished for Telekinesis.
Then time seemed to slip away.
