Day 83: Magic
Imagine you have a touch of magic, and can make impossible things happen. What would you do?
I first discovered my ability to manipulate time at my sister's bachelorette party. The girls were getting rowdy and I had not caught up with them yet. I wasn't a huge fan of my sister's friends. They were messy, rude and talked all kinds of shit about each other on the regular and behind each others' backs. I never understood why they stayed friends.
Anyway, when I got to the hotel room they were gathering at, they were a drunken loud mess, as per usual. I said hi to everyone and then escaped into the bathroom to take a couple shots by myself. I didn't need their judgement on how "slow" I was drinking the tequila.
The cacophony of voices outside the bathroom door rose to a fever pitch after awhile and I forced myself to go join them. Six of the girls were dancing on top of the island separating the kitchen from the common area. The countertop was slick with booze, melting ice and mixers and I eyed it worryingly before my sister grabbed my arm and pulled me into the one of the bedrooms.
"Oh my God, you have to smoke some of this," my sister yelled, pulling a bag of joints out from underneath her pillow.
"No, I'm fine. Maybe later," I sputtered over her dissent. "I just chugged tequila, if I smoke that too, I might not make it out." I laughed loudly, hoping that would deter her.
Before she could say anything else, I heard a screech from the common area. We both ran out and saw one of the girls on the countertop, slipping and sliding until...
Everything happened in slow motion. I reached out my arms, stupidly thinking I could catch her but something else happened. She froze mid-fall. I looked around...everyone was frozen. Except for me.
"What the fuck?" I asked to no one in particular. Thinking quickly, I rushed over and grabbed her firmly around the waist and the room started moving again.
"OMG SHE CAUGHT HER." "Damn, she's fast." "Holy shit, are you okay?" The exclamations poured on top of each other as I put her down on the ground.
"Thanks," she said, drunk out of her mind and gave me a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
I looked over at my sister and she cocked her head, knowingly.
This was gonna be a much more interesting trip than I had planned for.
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