Water pooled around my feet, rising at an alarming rate. I stared - panicked - at the palms of my hands, willing the water gushing out of them to stop as miraculously as it had begun.
I only sneezed!
But there wasn't time to complain about how it had started. I needed to make it stop.
The water was already up to my ankles, drowning my feet along with my favourite boots.
My hair, streaked with vibrant violet strands, hung in drenched ringlets down my back as I reached, desperate, for the door to my bedroom, but the force of the water pushed me back from the handle before I could grip it.
I screamed in frustration. This was not happening! I was stuck in my own bedroom, water rising up rapidly around me. All I had to do was open the door, but I couldn't even do that because my hands were the source of the water!
It was up to my knees now. At this rate, it wouldn't take long to fill the room entirely and then...
No. I wasn't going to think about that. I was going to stop the water before then. I could do that. I could control my powers. I would not let them kill me.
Stop, stop, stop. I willed.
Think of something dry, Jasmine. Think of the Helian Realm, all that sunshine and heat.
The force of the jets increased. "No!" I screamed again.
The water was already at my waist. Tears were streaming from my eyes - as if I wasn't already producing enough water to contend with.
I spotted my dressing table by the window, the top of which was above the water line, for now. I climbed up onto it, dripping, and directed my hands towards the part of the room furthest from me; the bathroom door. Now, if that had been open, I would have been okay - I could have held my hands over the plug hole in the bath until the water stopped.
That was what I had done last time.
And the time before that.
But, of course, this morning I'd had to kick the bathroom door shut on my way out, hadn't I?
The water had already made it over the top of the table. I wanted to tear at my hair, clench my fists, hit something really hard. But I couldn't - my hands were completely unusable.
Defeated and frustrated, I settled for standing on my dressing table, cursing my out-of-control powers at the top of my lungs.
And then the bedroom door burst open and a torrent of water poured down the stairs, soaking my best friend, Brae, in the process.
"Oh," was all I could say in response.
The water stopped.