floating

"Boring!" Candy announced, lying on the couch upside down, her legs sticking up over the back of the couch.

"You said it!" said Cindy, strolling into the room from the kitchen, a big bowl of popcorn in one hand. As she passed Candy's feet, she reached out to tickle them. Candy kicked back and rolled onto the floor, giggling.

"Where are all the parties tonight?" Heather asked from where she sat facing the TV.

"Midterms!" yelled Ellie from the bedroom. "Too many damn midterms! Everybody's studying!"

"Midterms!" Heather grumped.

Katherine's acquired a magical paintbrush that can make her dreams into reality. She really ought to be more careful with it.

I started to inhale.

I notice air filling up in me.

I look down at my stomach and it was growing.

I kept inhaling and I kept swelling.

My arms were blowing up, my legs were getting thicker.

It came to me that I was blowing up like a balloon.

My clothes started to stretch, felling tighter and tighter, I'm afraid they
might burst.

I suddenly felt lightness under my feet.

I was floating like I was a balloon.

I rose up to the ceiling, still swelling.

Shawn had awoken over six hours ago; enough time that she might have reconciled herself to the present circumstances. Not a chance. Rattling the ancient rolled iron cuffs that held her hands together, suspended nearly arm length above her head by the equally elderly chain that ran up the rock hewn wall, she growled softly at the back of her throat while her mind frantically ran over the events of the last few days.