My sister was standing in the doorway and refused to come further into my room. I was in my bedroom but it was at the top of a skyscraper, I didn’t know this till i pulled the drapes and saw the world so far down below. I turned around and my sister was gone, but she’d left me a little jar with a goldfish in it. It could hardly turn around in such a small space but at least it was alive, I reasoned. I dumped it out the window and watched it learn to fly as it fell. I was worried it would hit the ground before it learned to fly but everything turned out ok. My sister came back and laughed at me, it had always been a bird.