I'm not sure why I had it, but it's been years since my last one so it was very much welcome. I was coming home from school (!?) back home in Lagos, when a car full of kids pulled up in front of me, instead of going round the car I just sort of pushed off the ground into the air. It didn't last long, and my mum suddenly showed up and asked if I could do it again and I did. I suppose it was more of a floating dream than a flying dream.
That was breakfast yesterday. For the most part it was great except there was definitely something very wrong with the nectarine, which was a lot harder than I think it should have been and tasted like cardboard. I threw it out.