A Picnic in the Sun

"Well...hmmm," Alice's brows lowered and she thought it out.

"Well, I control th'air with m'thoughts. If I completed th'formula in my head and made us fly, I could direct our paths through th'air. But since I do this by thinkin' 'bout it. and you can read my mind...I'm not sure...maybe you could direct your flight by altering my thoughts." Alice realized that that assumed that Alex could exercise control of another's mind.

"If I'm right, maybe we can both fly 'round as long as I keep the steps workin' in my head. It's just an idea though. If I'm not correct, we might end up swimming," she finished with a shrug. Taking the bus back to school was much safer, after all.

"I see, I see," she said, realizing the relief of not having to risk a swim or the utter destruction of her mind for that matter. Alice began to lower herself to the rug, the food already beginning to tire her, though she looked to Alex with her playful smirk. "Someday we'll have to play in the sky."

Alice laid back down. She tilted her head back and rotated her shoulders, and with a breath, arched her back in a stretch. She breathed out, straightening her legs into another stretch that ended at her curling toes, some popping. With the stretch done, she eased back down into the rug and sand and closed her eyes slowly, closing on the glow of the sun through the canopy of the umbrella. Her eyes shut, the other senses found their say: the continual roll of the waves, the lumps of sand against her resting knuckles and back, the smell of beach, the slightly lingering taste of her food on the back of her tongue. She drew the deep breaths and found the quiet often hidden in the fog of ideas and desires and fantasy.