The flight disaster

One morning, I woke up and discovered that I could fly. I rolled off the bed and hovered above the ground. My feet, hands, body, legs and head were all trembling. It felt as if something was vibrating me. It felt so good that I almost fell asleep. As I stabilised myself, I smelt a great aroma. It was so strong that I had to follow it. It led me to the kitchen and it was a three course meal! I dashed over to it and felt the warmth of the soup that was made out of the finest mushroom and tomatoes.

The next course was a range of extravagant buns; they were baked with perfection and had a red cross on them. Last of all, the golden syrup ice-cream was filled to excellence. Suddenly, my flight powered made me fly and knock over all the food. Nooooooo! My mom shouted from upstairs, "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, it is," I replied. However, it wasn't. I flew around the kitchen dragging all the pots with me. I even pulled the lights off and the neatly set-up drawers. Everything was destructed and I was left heart beating in fear.

Slowly but steadily, I leaned against the wall, pretending I was standing, but instead, my mom stormed up to me with a saucepan. She was red with rage. She told me that I had to clean up all the mess that I had created and would then be sent back to bed for a day. I was not happy with myself and I wanted to find a way to get rid of my uncontrollable power. I just wanted to sleep through the night and hopefully wake up as a normal person. I never wanted to get into that shivery and scary feeling from pesky flight again!