Hester started rising when she was 21-years-old.
At first, she wasn’t sure, she thought it was just clumsiness. She would try to slip her foot into her shoe and miss completely, skimming right over the top of it. She would try to kick things out of her path and miss, flying right above like she’d spontaneously grown. She would walk up stairs and somehow miss two steps completely. The last straw, though, was when she ran straight over a huge pothole, without missing a beat.
That’s when she knew for sure, she was floating.
As a child, Hester had always dreamed of flying, every night, every birthday, and every other spare moment, come to think of it. Now, all she wanted to do was to keep her feet on the ground.
She tried wearing thick, platform shoes, filling her pockets with heavy belongings and covering her wrists in chunky jewellery – anything to try to stop herself from floating. Nothing could stop her though, everyday she floated higher and higher.
One day she started rising uncontrollably, unable to hold herself down or grasp onto anything on her way up. She floated above the houses, the trees and the skyscrapers, screaming all the way. No one could help her though, they just watched her drift away.
Eventually Hester got so high up that no one could possibly hear her. She tried to calm herself down and think rationally. What was happening? How could she stop it? How could she get help?
She couldn’t answer a single one of these questions though, all she could think was;
‘Funny… how scary your dreams are when they come true.’