Gliding down the halls i take flight easily. Passing over the heads of busy worker bee types I soar and descend entranced with my anti-gravity abilities. Hovering horizontal over the carpet and spinning on my axis.People are annoyed, it seems I'm mostly in the way. They're not interested in para-normal showoff's.
So i take it outside. and there's mom! She'll be happy for me. She's coaxing me into some old, old car. We're going gardening or something. Qool. She removes a suspicious box from the glove compartment. It's full of full syringes to render me unconscious. I think she's wearing fur. I manage to break some of the dozen or so glass tubes as we struggle. She's scrambling in the dirt for the unbroken ones and trying to jab me. Out comes another box and all the while I'm asking her "What's going on?...Why are you doing this? This is unnecessary, just tell me the truth!" She never says answers, just continues to struggle.
Wake up in a naked sweat. Too many covers on the bed. Bad dreams come everytime I overheat.