A Carried Whisper

Enjoying the feel of wind whipping through his hair, Leo rocketed through the sky as he did for two nights since he learned to fly. The New York city lights twinkled beneath him as if the midnight sky had settled below.

He had already taken a few laps around the statue of liberty, trying hard to stay out of the light of the island, but he knew at least a few people had to have seen him. Leo didn't know whether he was upset that they did, or amused at the shocked expressions he witnessed.

He flew around time square, remembering how many times he and Will had stayed at his place to watch the ball drop on the television.

It was a feeling he had always wanted to experience, the sensation of his fingers caressing the clouds. Ever since he had seen Aladdin as a child in his magic carpet, he had always wondered what it would feel like.