Whenever I'm faced with a tough reality, I would wish I had the power to bend it. Whenever I'm running late and heavy traffic awaits me, I would wish I had a hovercraft or something. I'm now studying to become a relevant engineer, I won't say what field.

My dream is to build a flying machine.

Whenever I go out on the streets, my mind would paste images of flying carriages travelling through the sky in lanes, while service vehicles roamed the once busy streets. The sky is filled with tiny, smaller crafts made by bio-engineered children. Then the images would dissipate.

When will I make the leap?

When I entered my room for the nth time, the recent one has been different. I was sitting on the bed while I was standing on the doorway. I was also reading a book my the window and working at the workstation, typing the song I was practicing at the potty. I heard a flush.

This is weird.

I closed my eyes. Breathe.

I was back at the present. I was on the doorway.

I'm typing this while looking at the doorway.