Slowly, I returned to consciousness. Ugh, ¿qué pasó? I thought as I propped myself up on an elbow and opened my eyes. Before me, I saw... the top of a lamppost? Then, I did the last thing I should have done: I looked down.
I couldn't help but cry out. In my panic, I must have shifted slightly on the bench; the next instant, I was falling. Something caught me on the way down, and I looked around to see what it could have been. All I saw was the night sky and the bench above me. I was floating, but how?
Just then, the wire bench came tumbling back to Earth. Instinct told me to roll out of the way, but because I had nothing but air beneath me, I simply began to spin. Ground, building, sky, street, ground... it was a weightless ballet, though it was far from graceful. Arms flailing, I racked my brain for a way to get back to the ground. As soon as I thought about adding some gravity to the situation, I hit the sidewalk below.
Bench resting on its back beside me, I considered what might have caused this. ¿La magdalena? The cupcake? No, it couldn't have been something as innocent as that... or could it? Of course, before I could determine the cause of what had occured, I needed to figure out exactly what did just happen. Did I levitate that bench, as well as myself?
I got up and decided to return to the café. Something told me that if I was ever going to get answers, I would find them there.