
I floated over to the kitchen, knocking my head against my door lintel on the way. My feline, Suki was most distratught and preturbed at my hovering figure and fled into her new kitty condo.
In the kitchen, I investigated the flourescent light fixture. I was amazed, when, picking up a box of breakfast cereal left out, that the cardboard container began to float with me as well! As fantastic as these claims are, I present the most scrutinizing viewer with undeniable photographic evidence.



However, I soon tired of my airporne composure, and spent a rather banal and unenlightening hour reading Newton's Principa Mathematica while hovering over the living room until, with as much warning as its onset, I violently found myself in the thrall of gravity and landed hard upon the carpeted floor.
3 comments:
What goes up, must come down...
Hmmm.. I used to have moments like that in college too.
Sally
Ok. Now you are scaring your father...
Dad
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