Mary's questions tumbled out in a rush. "How will this happen? How will I get the pink ball, and why did I get these powers?" She looked expectantly at the cat, waiting for answers. But instead of responding, the cat stood up, her tail twitching with a hint of annoyance.
"I'm busy right now," the cat said, her voice dismissive. "I'll come tomorrow and explain everything to you. Just chill for now." With that, the cat turned to leave, her movements fluid and effortless. She padded across the floor, her tail flicking behind her, and disappeared out the window, leaving Mary feeling confused and dizzy.
Mary lay down on her bed, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of events that had transpired. Her mind was a jumble of questions and doubts. What was happening to her? How was she supposed to use her mind to control these powers? The more she thought about it, the more her head spun.
As she lay there, her eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted off to sleep, still trying to process the strange events of the day. Her dreams were a tangled mess of images and sensations, but one thing was certain: her life would never be the same again. The cat's words echoed in her mind, a promise of secrets and powers yet to be revealed. Tomorrow, the cat would return, and Mary would learn more about the mysterious forces that had taken hold of her life.