That was the first time I used magic.
My wallpaper never gave me any sense of closure for moving. It should've. Cartoon monkeys peeling bananas that looked like yellow Tic-Tacs. I left a Disney's Cars sticker on the bedroom window. That way, whoever took my room next knew that I was there once.
She took my hand, and the world around us halted. Mom and Arthur became catatonic. The grandfather clock in the living room went silent, its swinging arm locked in a diagonal. A fly buzzing beneath the warmth of the entranceway table lamp hung still in mid-air, right beneath the beaded switch string.
Traveling to new locations heightens my senses, which comes in handy for the creative aspects of my mind. It reminds me to zero in and take in all the little details: colors, smells, textures, landscapes, sunsets against the back of clouds, etc.