Extend the Story - Add a Room

You clamber to the roof of your home, you crouch, preparing yourself, you stretch every muscle in your body, then you sprint until your on the edge, with incredible results, you remain in the air, but moving quickly through the air, like a bird. Except you don't need wings, rather, you fly like Superman, you fly into the sky, chomping down on a few pigeons on the way up, then you descend into a nose dive in great speed and crash into your roof face first, fragments of wood snap and crash like rubble under your weight, even though you weigh little, and you land on the pile, a sharp piece of wood impales you, but you're fine. Blood leakse from the wound. But it's all good, it's all good. But one thing isn't. Your blood is blue. Wait..for a person that can eat a sofa, chair and table, and can fly for an unknown reason. That's completely normal to you. You pull the wood from your stomach, the wound instantly heals, and you could never tell you were ever hurt.

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