Superpower.

Every day, it was the same. A new power, a new way to go through life. But it was never perfect. It comes with a bit of a price. Yesterday, Crystal could become completely invisible, but her clothes did not. She opted to continue being seen. Today, she didn’t know her power. It could be anything and everything, and she was ready for it. Or at least, she thought she was ready for it. She had gotten up earlier in the morning, had a nice breakfast, gotten changed out of her night clothes, and stood in the center of her room. She focused towards the center of her mind, the place where her power resides. Suddenly, there was a light popping sound, and she was falling through the air. It was an enormous drop, and the ground looked strange from up where she was. But she wasn’t worried. She landed with the tiniest of noises, hardly louder than a penny being dropped on the carpet.

She looked around and took a second to come to terms with what had happened. What seemed to be close to thirty feet to her right, her bed sat, towering over her. Behind her, the desk she worked at every other day. She had shrunken down to just over an inch tall. Her clothes had stuck with her, which was a plus. But what was the negative of the day? She would find out in due time. She walked forward, towards her door. The room was massive from down here, the ceiling miles above her head. She kept walking, making almost no progress across the massive expanse of carpet. On occasion, her foot would slip down between two enormous strands of the plush stuff beneath her, but it was easy enough to pull back out. The carpet was made of loops, and she kept tripping as she walked, but it didn’t bother her. It was a brand-new power to explore, and she was loving it.

Finally, she had made it to her door. Standing in the middle of the enormous frame of wood, she wondered what the purpose of this power was. Suddenly, something occurred to her. There was a sticker on the side of her desk that she had been wanting to take off for ages. But, the only part of it that was hanging off was far too small for her normal-sized fingers to grab. But at this size, she could grab it with ease, assuming she could get up there. Her desk was close enough to her bed that she figured she could jump from her bed to it with no problem. But, she would have to find a way to get up to the top of the bed. Reaching up, she found that the bed frame was just out of arm’s reach. She bent down and leaped up, determined to get to the top. When she sprung upwards, she shot much higher than what should’ve been possible, shooting up past the bar she had been reaching for.

In the air, she had no control of where she went, and her back slammed into the top of the bed frame, stopping her momentum immediately. It hurt, but not even half as much as she had expected. She fell from the air for the second time in the day, again with no control. Her face slammed into the bar she had originally been aiming for, sending her spinning backwards and slamming into the ground. Her vision was fuzzy, but it cleared up in just a moment. Clearly, this would be much more difficult than she had thought.