Vesper Zephyr

I was right. The ruffian had no idea where all the kicking and punching came from. At that very moment, I was transformed into a savage villain, torturing the helpless guy. Ere long, he fell onto the ground and fainted.
    “That is enough,” I thought as I left, mugging him of all his money.

That night, I began to feel lonesome. I couldn’t use the lucre I gained to purchase anything since no one could see me; when I thought of that rascal punished by me, I could not but ask myself, “Will he even know my rage, my enmity against him?”
    I decided to call my mother, who was abroad for business.
    “Good evening, dear! How have you been?” asked Mom as we connected.
    “Mom, I feel empty,” I moaned.
    “Do you feel empty in your body or heart?”
    “Both, I reckon.”
    “Well, remember one thing: You need friends, just as friends need you. Being lonely, living in nihility is not life at all. Why don’t you hang out with your pals?”
    I raised my head suddenly and looked out of the window. She was absolutely right. The ambition of being invisible has not just made my flesh invisible, but my spirit, my soul as well. Upon thinking of this, I stormed to my laboratory to grab the bottle of antidote—which I had never expected to use. I devoured the potion as though it were enormous goblets of wine. Slowly I closed my eyes.
    “Tonight I shall appear in dreams… Tomorrow, I shall move with the world once again.”