But I didn’t fall. I flew. I glided towards the ground, feet brushing up against the cold stone as I landed. Slowly, as I processed what I’d just done, a big dopey grin spread across my face. I smiled so hard, my cheeks hurt despite the dream. I let out a sharp, excited laugh, then sprinted back up the stairs. I didn’t even hesitate before launching myself over the railing. Again, I glided down, slowing to a stop just in front of my front door. The second my feet touched the ground, I whipped around and ran up to glide down again, and again, and again, and again, and again until the sky turned pink and the sun began to peek out from behind the trees. And then, just like that, the safety was gone. I ran up to launch myself off the railing one last time but stopped just a hair’s breadth from the edge. The sunlight was pushing the dark away, and along with it, any hope I had at recreating whatever magic I had used to fly. The comforting voice was gone, leaving nothing more than an empty void in its place. As the sun rose, whatever doubtless faith I had in my magic slipped behind the horizon, joining the moon in wherever it goes to rest.
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