Posted by This started some seasons ago, around freshman year, when Trini dozed off one afternoon and woke to find herself on her back with her legs and arms buoyed up above her, like some cartoon dead bug; or, more specifically, as if she were playing Light as a Feather, but while sleeping. It soon got out of hand: one day she awoke, startled, when her head bonked into a brass curtain rod in the very top corner of her room. Her body had levitated, like a girl-shaped mylar balloon, to her bedroom’s ceiling—all as she slept. She had to climb down her bookshelf back to the carpet.
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