You wonder if the aliens granted you the power of flight. The moment
this though crosses your mind, you begin to fly.
“Wheeee! It’s a holiday miracle!” You shout for some reason.
You fly for a few minutes, and then shrug. It isn't too thrilling. You
slow to a hover, spit the bugs out of your mouth, and wipe the tears
from your windburned eyes. You glance at your watch, and curse upon
realizing that you are late for work.