In those days, or nights –it all depended—Kate was always alone and in her room. It was the only time, she figured, that she could do it. Her window would be open and the luster of the moon would guide her into the process. It was painful at first; she could picture her mind going on wheels of concentration trying to remember or to figure out how it was done the night before.
She used to think about it, about being so big that she couldn’t fit in her small room, about using her nose as an arm and her bottom would swing from left to right as if she had that small tail and she would be on her hands and knees, trying to imitate one. It was futile though; it only made her feel foolish, especially when her mom would catch her on the act.
She stopped trying when her whole family found out about her attempts, she saw the looks they gave her, they didn’t know it could be done so she didn’t blame them. She was still curious though, she bought all the books about them, the ones she could read anyways, it didn’t help that she was only three and could only read from picture books.
It was on the day she gave up everything that it happened. By the week after the first time she was able to do it again and Kate found a pattern; it was her mind that was able to do it, minds were always so intelligent. She was lying on her bed, supposedly asleep, with the lights off and her window open to show the moon’s light, she was half asleep, her eyes were almost completely shut, but she felt it. It was almost like her mind opened up to show Kate all it could do.
She saw in her head the way she was supposed to be, all bundled up like a baby and thinking of nothing. Absolutely nothing, it was the hardest thing anyone could do because there was always something to think about. She had to stare at the wall for an ageless amount of time; five miserable minutes. She complied though, because she was a good sport. She stared and stared until she could stare no more.
She woke up with her heart racing and her eyes as wide as blown up balloons, and she had the weirdest sensation all over her body. Her thighs tingled, her feet were asleep, her stomach churned at twisted painfully, or at least it was supposed to be painful, her rib cage stretched and her arms shortened. She couldn’t feel the rest of her body until it was over.
At first she thought she had fallen asleep and dreamed it, but when she touched all four walls of her room and saw the trunk in front of her, she realized it was no dream, she did it. She was elephant girl and she made a sound that resembled a trumpet. She was going to wake up the neighbors with her natural music.
