Fragmented

Date: 12/4/2016

I was trying hard to fly by thinking fly higher, higher but I only lifted myself up barely past the door and pulled in my knees behind the doorframe while looking down at the puzzled guy who came outside and praying he didn't look up. But he was upset because I had done something but he was wrong. I remember this house, dark brown wood, glass windows on the other side, gaps throughout where cold wind and debris slept through. I opened it and the guy made a scrunched up face saying it smells terrible and I closed it. I don't think I could smell. The house made him unhappy, was someone kept there? After he went into his house's magic shack, where they kept everything. His two sisters had just come out of it, giggling. His mother saw his clumsiness with being sneaky and advised him. He came out of the shack with powerful ingredients and the sky rumbling purple. There was an eating event, with food set out on little white papers and I was never sure about what to take. Some people would take pinches of food and others would tell me take chunks. It all looked delicious. A married woman was having an affair, she was well known. And told the fellow to meet her in the alleyway. Her partner noticed the buttons, the glances. Why did she?