So I can fly now.
It first happened last week - I was having lunch at an outdoor cafe and I took too long. I looked at my watch and was late to get back to work. I quickly stood up, a bit too quickly, the chair fell back behind me and, once I was standing, I didn't stop rising. I was gently rising up higher and higher above the cafe, above the street, above the surrounding buildings, above the surrounding 3 story buildings. Way below me one or two of the others at the cafe were looking up at me and pointing.
It was more than a little frightening - to be that high above the ground, unsupported, nothing below me, nothing stopping me from falling. Just this gentle force lifting me. I kept my body dead still, I was too petrified to move even a little, in case I fell but I had to do something to try and stop the continuous upward motion. Leaning forward to look directly below me I started moving in the direction I was leaning. So I leaned in the opposite direction and I started moving that way. I leaned forward again and I moved that way. Which ever way I leaned I moved - I just felt some sort of push in the direction I wanted to move.
So I started doing zigzags in the sky - I could actually control the way I moved and the direction I traveled. In a moment of confidence I stretched my arms forward in a "Superman" pose and flew along through the sky as if I had a red cape flailing out behind me. I flew all around. Up, down, around for hours and hours. Nothing stopped me, nothing slowed me, nothing stopped this sensational feeling of flying unsupported above the city.
As darkness started to fall I thought I should head for home and flew to my street and lowered gently on to my front lawn. But my legs were not exactly ready for the weight after hours hanging in the sky and they collapsed under me as I fell in a heap in front of my house. And there I lay in a crumpled heap but with the biggest smile on my face - I had just been flying.
The next day I arrived at work to try and explain my absence from the afternoon before. There waiting for me was a very official looking group of people. They all had matching dark blue suits and stood upright and to attention. As I approached the only female in the group stepped forward to confront me. She had blonde hair in a tight ponytail, a very serious look on her face but eyes that looked like they just wanted to burst out and have some fun, betraying the official nature of the rest of her look. She took me aside and told me about what has been happening. All over the world the same thing that had happened to me has been happening to many other people. About 1 in every million people had experienced the same sensation of flight and could now fly at will. They wanted to take me and train me to be some sort of special investigator, to help the governments of the world, to find other people like me to make sure no one used their new ability in some sort of evil way.
I couldn't handle it. I ran out the door into the street, jumped and flew into the sky and away from the city.
