He never asked for the ability to float in mid-air. It just happened one day, his feet leaving the ground, his stomach turning once, twice, then settling into its new relation to gravity.
In meetings, he bobbed at one end of the table like a balloon from a long-ago office party. He knew how they all felt about this development. He had seen more than one eye roll in the seated bunch.
They’re just jealous, he told his wife as he hovered in the kitchen one night. They are all so tethered, they can’t see my point of view.