The nightmare's over, yet I'm still alive and awake.

This dark ceiling is unfamiliar. Where am I? And whose bed is this?

I didn't know I could stand so easily like this without a speck of imbalance in my body.

Did I get taller? Wait. This is not my room. My room is small and narrow compared to this room, and it is certainly not this luxurious.

My glasses aren't on my face... Huh... Where are my glasses...?

Wait, what...? But I could see this room and my surroundings with such clarity... What's going on with me?

Maybe I shouldn't have gotten up from the bed; maybe I could just sleep here, even if it isn't mine, or this house I'm in.

Alright! I'll just lay my body down and sleep.

What the heck...

Why did the lights suddenly... turn on? More important, how the hell did it happen?

Should I get up and turn off the lights? I mean... I could never really sleep with them on unless I'm extremely exhausted.

Huh... That was weird.

I was just thinking about toggling the lights off through the light switch I spotted near the door, but it turned off on its own.

I see... My brain is still so foggy from waking up that I haven't even realized it.

If that man could do that to my family, then this world must not be an ordinary one, and I'm guessing this is a world where people can have superpowers.

Alright, let's get up from this bed, stand, and stare at the light switch.

Okay... Lights on!

Huh... I guess I'm not one of those people? But wait a minute... Should I do those hand gestures?

I'm quite knowledgeable about that kind of stuff, so I am pretty sure that they help with activating telekinesis.

Alright... Lights on!

Woah... Yes! I was right! I am telekinetic! Wait, why are my thoughts not thrilled about this? I have finally reached a point in my life where I have powers, but I can't seem to feel an ounce of happiness about it...

That's extremely weird, or maybe normal? I don't know...

If this were a story, I would probably be a hero... Just kidding!

I can't even think of myself as a main character, or even a side character, so there's really no point in thinking about being a hero or using my powers for good.

Well, no. I should use my powers for good, or at least what I think is morally right. I feel like that's what every person with superpowers should do.

Wait! What the fuck am I talking about?! It's not like I'm extremely powerful!!!

I mean... What if my powers are just good for toggling the lights?

Alright... Let's use this bed to practice and find out.

As darkness begins to fill itself as I closed my eyes, I remember and envision the bed in its entirety, its frame, foam, bedsheet, blanket, and pillows.

There it is. A perfect image I can visualize as I open my eyes back.

With my two palms facing the bed, I begin to envision the image floating. And there it is; it floats, not just the bed, but every single thing I envisioned.

Okay! That was a relief. Good thing there are some things I could use to practice my telekinetic powers.

So it seems like I can pretty much float and lift everything with ease, and there's not much mental drain or physical exhaustion that happens when using it.

So... I'm going to say that I'm pretty powerful?

Ehh... It's hard to say. It's not like there's a tier list of powers or guidelines on how to determine which power is the strongest or even how to tell if it's powerful or not.

It's hard to decide whether my power having no limitations is a good thing or a bad thing...

Because all superpower media that I've consumed tell me that powers are linked to your emotions, and I'm like... not the best person at controlling my emotions.

So... by that information and self-awareness about my trait, I could say that it's a bad thing there's not a limitation to my power because there is extreme danger in unpredictability and what's unknown.

Not sure though...

Huh...

I've only noticed it now, but... my eye level is pretty high... Did I grow taller?

Woah! That's me?

It's kind of weird seeing myself and seeing that there's a full-length mirror in this room, but okay!

My clothes...

White sleeves and pants... The ones you'd see on those mental hospital patients, or something?

Yikes...

Did I get skinnier? Not sure if that's a good thing... But judging by how see-through my bones are, it's very bad.

I feel fine though...

I mean... I'd be happy if I got skinnier and I looked good, but I feel like if other people saw me, they would get concerned.

Because if someone looked the way I look right now, I would also be concerned.

Okay... Enough inspection on my extremely concerning body, and let's dive into this room!

Wow... This room has everything...

A computer desk with a computer on it, and it looks about to be a high-quality set at that. Well, I'm not sure, but it sure looks expensive.

There are a lot of devices on this desk, and all of them look expensive as fuck.

There's a laptop, a cell phone, a tablet, and a variety of headphones and earphones, one each of wired and wireless.

Hmm... A digital clock as well. But that's weird...

2:00 AM, June 12, 2025...? Why is the date on the digital clock saying that?

Did I time travel? Is that one of my powers?

A part of me hopes so, but I really doubt it.

I see... I think I was in a comatose state. Or at least my body was? It didn't feel like I was in a coma, though... it just felt like sleep.

No point in dwelling on lost time...

Wait... Wow... I just accepted losing a year and a half of my life that fast. Am I optimistic, or do I just not give a fuck?

Because... if there were an IDGAF competition, I would probably win.

Anyways... 2 AM, huh. That explains why the outside is dark. Well, of course it should! It's literally midnight!!!

Wait... Why am I fighting myself?

Eh, who cares...

Hmm... Should I explore this house? Or would that be wrong and impolite for those that live inside it?

Well... Won't it only be wrong because they could see me? Potentially? I mean... it might be. They're probably still asleep.

But I kind of want to take a bath first. I don't want to reek of depression; luckily, there's a huge closet in this room.

Alright. Let's take a look inside...

Ooh... This closet is filled with clothes of my size and my color palette, which is basically large and dark colors.

Since I'll be exploring this house, I might as well look for a bathroom so I can take a bath, so... let's take this black sweatshirt, these comfy black pants, and this weirdly packed section filled with underwear my size.

Sweatshirt, pants, briefs, and a white towel. Alright! Let's put our sneaking experiences into good practice and not make a sound.

Okay... There seem to be two rooms on this floor that I am in, one of them being the room I was just in. But there's no bathroom here, though.

Oh. I thought I was on the second floor, but it looks like I wasn't. There are also two rooms on this floor, and yes! A bathroom!

People in this house might still be asleep, but I'll still need to mind the sound I make so as to not disturb them or, you know, get caught looking like a trespasser or an intruder.

Jeez. This is a house for extremely rich people because... this bathroom is amazing. There's even a bathtub, which I want to enjoy but shouldn't because it's time-consuming and the people in this house might wake up to the sight of me still in it.

It feels like a sin for someone like me to step on it when I know for a fact that even if I worked for it for a millennium, I still wouldn't deserve it at all.

Huh... My teeth look perfect. I mean, I never brush them because of depression, but they look better than they should, considering I was in a comatose state for a year and a half.

It's weird to assume that the people that live here brushed my teeth every day, but all of my teeth look perfectly healthy.

No tabo, so it's not a Filipino household. There's a bidet, though. I'm not sure what having a bidet means, though.

I never really could smell myself, so I always feared that I might reek of a bad smell, so I tried my best to maintain my hygiene because I didn't like other people smelling my depression.

A shampoo with a menthol effect, a soap that makes my skin smooth, and a shower that brings warm water into my frail body.

This is heaven! I want to be in just this forever, but I can't, because they're not mine.

A five-minute shower... That's the fastest bath I've ever done, hehe.

Alright. There seem to be three floors in this house, and it felt kind of... unsatisfying? Well... only because I'm a snooper and my curiosity wants to go inside of the rooms I just passed.

It's very wrong, though! And they're probably strangers too, so it's an instant no to the hell fucking no-no.

Also... why am I not considering the possibility that they might be evil? Or maybe I've gotten complacent because I have powers?

Probably... I do feel like I can defend myself using my powers, so that's not a far-fetched possibility.

Based on what I've seen, this house physically represents money, power, wealth, and luxury. And basically more synonymous words that just mean it's fucking amazing.

People who own houses like this—rich people—tend to be evil as fuck, so I will keep an eye open, thank you very much!

Okay... My brain came up with an idea, though it's not the best idea yet, but I should probably wait for the people that live inside this house here in their living room.

Woah... This sofa is soft and comfortable, and paired with the huge-ass flat-screen TV in front of me, this is a cinema in a living room.

Oh shit...