As I awoke, darkness enveloped the room, my senses attuning to the stillness. The familiar pangs of hunger gnawed at me, a constant companion in this new life. Glancing towards my mother, I noted her peaceful slumber, undisturbed on the bed.

  Recognizing the solitude, I seized the opportunity to explore my mysterious powers further. The walls of my cradle provided a safe haven, should I fall or tumble in my attempts.

  Initially, I focused on visualizing myself floating, much like I had done before. I conjured every possible mental image, yet nothing happened. My brow furrowed as I recalled my earlier hypothesis. Perhaps my approach was flawed.

  It dawned on me that my previous experiences with these powers were subconscious, not deliberate commands. This revelation sparked a new idea. Rather than envisioning myself floating, I pictured escaping my confines, reaching the other side.

  To my astonishment, it worked! My body lifted, weightless, transcending the boundaries of my cradle. Soon, I found myself suspended in mid-air, several meters away.

  'This is exhilarating...and slightly terrifying,' I admitted, observing the daunting drop beneath me. 'Now, how do I get back over there?' I wondered, looking down at my cradle next to the bed. I tried to force my body to move towards it, but it didn't budge.

  However, when I thought with the intent to go back inside the cradle, I felt my body subconsciously floating towards it! Perhaps I was trying too hard to control these powers, and this realization led me to trying one last test.

  'Maybe I should think about this power as an extension of my own body. It's like walking or talking, you don't tell your legs to move when you want to go somewhere, your brain just makes it happen automatically.' I thought, mentally feeling all of my limbs.

  My legs were far too undeveloped to walk on their own, and all I could do is kick them around. However, I can clearly float just fine. Whatever part of my brain is controlling this power is the key to using it at will.

  With this in mind, I could feel something in my brain making me float towards the bed. As soon as I became conscious of this feeling though, I abruptly stopped moving and plummeted the remaining few feet into the cradle.

  'That's it! Just like when you think about breathing and it stops being automatic, it's the same with my levitation powers.' I realized, rolling over in the cradle.

  With this newfound realization, I was able to lift myself out of the cradle with ease. All I had to do was flex the part of my brain that was controlling this power, just like you would a muscle.

  Laughter bubbled up within me as I delightedly circled my cradle, reveling in the newfound control over my abilities. The exhilaration of weightlessness was enthralling, demanding my full attention. As a result, I remained blissfully unaware of my mother's gradual emergence from sleep.

  She rubbed her eyes groggily, blinking away the remnants of slumber. As her vision cleared, her gaze settled on the source of the giggling—me, her baby, levitating in the air. Her confusion swiftly gave way to distress, and she began to scold me frantically. Though still caught in the haze between sleep and wakefulness, her anger was unmistakable.

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  Startled, I froze, the abrupt interruption jolting me out of my reverie. As if caught red-handed, I nervously attempted to retreat to the safety of my cradle. However, my mother wasn't so easily deterred, and she rose from the bed, approaching me with purposeful strides.

  Although I didn't know what she was saying, they were the same words she had told me the last time I was seen floating.

  'I really need to be more careful.' I chastised myself, these powers were clearly bad in some way. If they weren't, my mother wouldn't be making such a fuss about it.

  There was still much to this world that I didn't understand, and maybe I would be seen as some type of witch or something. This was all merely speculation on my part, for I had no idea what was considered normal here. This world evidently had magic already, so I really didn't know what could possibly be so bad about my own powers.

  Now that I was able to control my levitation though, my mobility problem had been solved.

  'The next chance I get I'm going to try to find a library, if I can just get my hands on some books, I could probably teach myself how to read.' I thought, setting my new plan into motion.

  However, the days that followed presented no opportunities for independent exploration. My mother's vigilance over me had intensified since my night time escapade, and she would scarcely leave me alone, even for a moment. Her behavior bordered on overprotective, it was as if she was an infamous 'helicopter parent.'

  The household's apparent emptiness also continued to perplex me. The size and grandeur of the house hinted at wealth, yet the absence of servants suggested that we had fallen on hard times. These contemplations were interrupted by the reappearance of my father, his demeanor uncharacteristically apologetic.

  I listened intently, discerning more of their conversation than ever before. His quest for an unnamed object had dominated his time, he confessed, remorseful for his prolonged absence.

  Before departing once more, he handed my mother a peculiar, leather-bound tome. Its weathered appearance suggested age and frequent use. I thought that this was an inadequate gesture considering his long absence. However, my mother appeared captivated by its contents, engrossed in a chair for what felt like an eternity as she read the book.

  After reading the story for what felt like a lengthy hour, I watched as my mother sat up from her chair and headed out of the room. Left alone for the first time since my arrival, I seized the opportunity to examine the mysterious book. It rested on a nightstand, tantalizingly close yet frustratingly out of reach. Even if I managed to float towards it, my diminutive frame and underdeveloped muscles rendered any attempt at retrieval futile.

  Frustration bubbled up within me, the irony of my proximity and inability to access the book fueling my irritation. 'If only I could will that damn book to move!' I thought, my tiny fists clenching in indignation.

  Unexpectedly, a peculiar tingling sensation coursed through my mind. To my astonishment, the leather-bound tome began to rise, seemingly defying gravity. The book floated in the air as if guided by an invisible hand, its pages fluttering softly.

  It was undeniable—this was my doing. But how? Telekinesis? The manifestation of my desires? I couldn't fathom the mechanism behind this newfound ability, but its potential implications were exhilarating. If I could learn to harness and control this power, the possibilities would be limitless.

  My mouth hung agape as I watched the book float in the air. In only a few more seconds the book had gingerly floated over to my position in the cradle, hovering right above my head. It would be quite tragic if it fell like this, as I didn't think my undeveloped head could take the impact of such a huge book smashing into it.

  Shuddering, I somehow got the book to slowly lower itself into the cradle by my feet. This power seemed to follow the same principles as when I floated my own body, and I could flex my 'levitation muscle' to make it do what I wanted.

  I couldn't help it as I started laughing in my cradle, overcome with joy and excitement. 'I really can move things with my mind!' I inwardly remarked, imagining all of the possibilities this strange power held.