Learning to Fly

I'm one of those people who dreams I'm flying.  More often, I'm just levitating from bed to ceiling and getting, well, stuck up there, looking down.  Not really looking at anything, more just observing.  Rarely do I crash, more often, I just experience frustration from not being able to stay afloat.   Like those fabulous, scary-as-hell, stunningly gorgeous Birdmen in Norway that jump off insanely high cliffs in their flying squirrel suits with hidden parachutes.

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[Peter Burr]

By Jove, I thought I was the only levitator, but here we find a levitatrix! My levitation is all the rage with the soirée set, you know; and it's gotten me out of some fearsome jams, let me tell you! Float into the air and leave them all agape, there's the trick! I also use more conventional modes of transport such as rocket ships and race cars, but there's nothing like the sweet serenity of weightless rising off the bed.