When I had awoken the entire room was dark.

The first thing I noticed was that I was hungry. I wasn't surprised though, for I basically got hungry every few hours.

I looked over to my mother and saw that she was laying alone in the bed. I wanted to wake her up to eat, but I knew that this was the perfect opportunity to try to practice my powers.

Looking around at my cradle, it had walls that would be perfect to save me if I fell in my attempts.

I started by trying to visualize myself floating like I had done in the past. I made a mental picture of lifting myself up into the air in every way I could think of, but nothing happened.

Frowning, I thought back to the idea I had before I fell asleep.

I definitely wanted to float, but maybe I wasn't thinking about it the right way.

Whenever I had used my powers I wasn't consciously telling my body to do anything, it was subconscious.

This line of thinking gave me another idea. Instead of picturing myself floating in the air, I imagined escaping my cradle to get the other side.

To my surprise, this worked!

I was elated as I felt myself lift up into the air and over the walls of the cradle.

Before I knew it, I had long since escaped my cradle and was now floating in the air several meters off to the side.

'Woah! This is actually kind of scary.' I thought to myself, seeing the long drop to the floor below.

'Now, how do I get back over there?' I wondered, looking down at my cradle next to the bed. I tried to force my body to move towards it, but it didn't budge.

However, when I thought with the intent to go back inside the cradle, I felt my body subconsciously floating towards it!

Perhaps I was trying too hard to control these powers, and this realization led me to trying one last test.

'Maybe I should think about this power as an extension of my own body. It's like walking or talking, you don't tell your legs to move when you want to go somewhere, your brain just makes it happen automatically.' I thought, mentally feeling all of my limbs.

My legs were far too undeveloped to walk on their own, and all I could do is kick them around. However, I can clearly float just fine. Whatever part of my brain is controlling this power is the key to using it at will.

With this in mind, I could feel something in my brain making me float towards the bed.

As soon as I became conscious of this feeling though, I abruptly stopped moving and plummeted the remaining few feet into the cradle.

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'That's it! Just like when you think about breathing and it stops being automatic, it's the same with my levitation powers.' I realized, rolling over in the cradle.

With this newfound realization, I was able to lift myself out of the cradle with ease.

All I had to do was flex the part of my brain that was controlling this power, just like you would a muscle.

I laughed aloud as I began to do laps around my cradle. I was too busy exploring my new powers to notice my mother who had just woken up from her slumber.

She scratched her eyes groggily before they focused on her baby, who to her dismay was now giggling as they flew around in circles next to the bed.

I heard my mother begin to shout at me, which shocked me out of my trance.

I looked back at her like I had seen a ghost, quickly shooting back down towards my cradle.

My mother wasn't having it though, and she got out of bed to walk over to me.

Although I didn't know what she was saying, they were the same words she had told me the last time I was floating.

'I really need to be more careful.' I chastised myself, these powers were clearly bad in some way. If they weren't, my mother wouldn't be making such a fuss about it.

There was still much to this world that I didn't understand, and maybe I would be seen as some type of witch or something. This world evidently had magic already, so I really didn't know what could possibly be so bad about my own powers.

Now that I was able to control my levitation though, my mobility problem had been solved.

'The next chance I get I'm going to try to find a library, if I can just get my hands on some books I could probably teach myself how to read.' I thought, setting my new plan into motion.

However, during the next few days I found no opportunities to leave my mother's sight.

It was as if she was watching me even closer following my stunt that one night. She always took me with her when she left the bedroom, and they never set me down anywhere.

I was beginning to think that my mother was a helicopter parent.

The days continued to pass without event, until one morning I saw my father show his face again.

My mother would talk to me frequently, and at this point I had been hearing her speak for weeks. So when my father started talking to my mother, I understood a lot more than the last time.

From what I could tell he had been looking for something, and he even seemed apologetic for how he had been acting when he last came.

I couldn't help but wonder what he could have possibly been doing since my birth. It was quite ridiculous to leave your wife alone with a newborn baby without even a wet-nurse in sight.

'My family must be rich to have such a large house. Why haven't they hired any maids or servants?' I wondered.

My running theory was that my new family had fallen on hard times. This would also explain the seemingly barren state of the household.

I figured there was no point in speculating, and I looked back to my parents to see that my father was now leaving again

'Oh, there he goes again.' I inwardly remarked with a smirk.

It looked like he had left my mother a book. The book didn't look ordinary though. It was rather thick with a worn leather cover, and it appeared to be quite old.

If you were to ask me, a book was hardly a good enough present to excuse being absent so frequently. My mother seemed quite interested in the book though, and I saw her sit down in a chair with the book in hand.

My father eventually left, but I saw him give me a glance before he closed the room's door. I noticed that his eyes looked sad, almost as if he was depressed to see me.

My mother however paid no mind to me for what must've been an hour, clearly absorbed by the contents of the book.

Evidently, she remembered that she had a baby. Looking back towards me, she smiled as she got up from her seat and lifted me out of my cradle.

I watched as she set the book down atop a nightstand, mentally marking its position down for later.

My mother fed me her milk, and after she finished burping me I watched her leave the room. They must have forgotten to bring me with them, or perhaps they were just leaving for a short while.

Either way, this was the first time I had been left alone since I was born.

I had no idea where she was going, or how much time I had, but I looked towards the strange book in the corner of the room.

This was the first time I had seen a book since coming to this world, and I didn't know when I would get another chance to read one.

As I stared at the book, I pondered how I could possibly retrieve it from the nightstand.

Even if I could float over towards the book, my little arms were far too weak to pick it up. From what I could tell, the book was nearly the size of my entire body.

I thought for a long few minutes what my options were, but I eventually grew frustrated as I came up with nothing.

'Damnit! It's so close yet so far away! If only I could just bring that damn book here.' I thought to myself, clenching my tiny baby hands.

Suddenly, a strange tingling sensation flashed through my brain, and I stared onwards in absolute shock.

This was because the leather book was now slowly floating upwards!

My mouth hung agape as I watched the book float in the air. It was almost like it had a mind of its own.

However, I knew from experience that I was the one doing this. I just had no clue how.

In only a few more seconds the book had gingerly floated over to my position in the cradle, hovering right above my head.

It would be quite tragic if it fell like this, as I didn't think my undeveloped head could take the impact of such a huge book.

Shuddering, I somehow got the book to slowly lower itself into the cradle by my feet.

This power seemed to follow the same principles as when I floated my own body, and I could flex my 'levitation muscle' to make it do what I wanted.

I couldn't help it as I started laughing in my cradle, overcome with joy and excitement.

'I really can move things with my mind!' I inwardly remarked, imagining all of the possibilities this strange power held.