I spent that night starring out the window, wondering about many things.
A part of myself was scarred, and sad, here I was on top of something people only dream about, and I have the opportunity to live those dreams, or nightmares.
Grandpa had this power, and he's gone now, how did it really happen, my mind drifted back to the stone, hidden safely under the bed, was it involved? Did things somehow get way too far out of hand?
Pushing those thoughts out of my head, I wondered what I'd wish for once Karyn and I met up again.
I'd always wanted to know what it was like to fly, or to be rich, handsome, adored by girls. I cut my thoughts off as I saw the direction they were leading in.
Sure I had the power to fulfill all those dreams, but I had to draw a line, right?
Troubling thoughts passed through my mind, haunting my in the twilight hours, but eventually at some point, I felt sleep greet me.
I shifted around in the bed uncomfortably, the new weight on my chest greatly changing the positions I found comfortable. I sighed wistfully, despite the discomfort, and despite now looking like some sort of narrow minded ditzy teenager, I had to admit that the changes to my body did feel rather good.
Still, I felt nervous, it didn't occur to me until I was home that Jon literally could exercise complete control over me. But he wouldn't do that, would he?
Shutting such thoughts out of my head, I idly thought about what I could wish for. I always wanted to get close to horses; maybe I could make a wish that would help me out with that.
Or maybe I could wish for a scholarship from a university, or perhaps just plain wish for a job in a major acting studio, or a job where I could work with animals.
A sense of giddiness crept over me, and excitedly I pulled the covers around me tightly. I just couldn't wait to meet back up with Jon.
