If I could only move the cup (I won't tell anybody)

As a child far too small for a queen size bed, I stayed up many nights wishing I had telekinetic powers. I would stare at a plastic cup across the room and ask God to give me the ability to move it with my mind. I concentrated on the cup intensely and strained my head until it vibrated. Imagining the cup floating through the air towards me, I wanted one special power to set me apart from ordinary people. I told God that no one else had to know; it could be our secret. It was only important that I knew how exceptionally talented I was.