The next day...
It's a Twosday, previously known as Tuesday, but ever since Týr, the god the day of the week was named after, got beaten up so badly for his alleged 'arrogance' in claiming the day for himself, it was changed to a more neutral 'Twosday' for his own safety.
So on this Twosday, I wake up feeling like I just chugged an entire gallon of energy drink.
The excitement of yesterday's discovery still buzzed through me as I levitated out of bed before the alarm could even start blasting me with its PTSD-inducing blare, now standing upside down on the ceiling just to see how it would feel like.
Sunlight was already peeking through the curtains of my little room's window. With a wave of a hand, the curtains parted open, morning light casting a warm glow on my room.
I never like too much sunlight in the morning, especially when I'd slept late as I did through the excitement of yesterday, but I think today would be a very good day indeed, so I'm feeling a little bright even though I could still feel that my head is in its usual sleep-deprived haze and my eyes are all sensitive and strained...
Hmm, I wonder...
With but a thought—
I willed the strain away.
Sleep is for the weak.
If I were no longer weak, then why should I need it?
And so, I've decided...
I no longer require sleep.
I will neither grow weary nor tire; my mental faculties shall remain perpetually fresh and sharp under any and all circumstances, requiring not a wink even if I stay up for the rest of eternity, nor muddled under any external forces.
"Oh~ yeah~ Much better," I said, feeling refreshed and awake all of a sudden, like I just had an afternoon nap, drunk a cool glass of water at 3 a.m., and taken a cold plunge at the same time.
My mind felt infinitely clearer, like a constant post-nut clarity, like a fog I hadn't even noticed was there had been cleared away for good. I tried doing some mental imaging and found myself vividly picturing 16k-resolution images and doing math for a test, easily calculating 12-digit numbers, oddly remembering formulas from past math classes and random science videos, and even coming up with some.
What's this? All I did was make my mind clearer and more well-rested, but all of a sudden I feel like I'm a genius? Wait, was I actually a genius, but because I never sleep too well, my mind's been fucked by my sleeping habits?
Feeling better than ever, I floated down from the ceiling and levitated to the bathroom, crossed-legged with one hand supporting the side of my face. On the way there, I feel like there's some gunk in my eye, so I erase them with a thought.
The built-in mirror in the back of the bathroom door reflected the same old me—shitty long hair, some pimples on my face, and all the marks of puberty. But now, I look a little refreshed; light seems to have returned to my eyes, now that I see things a little differently: I know now I can change myself with just a thought.
So I did.
Staring at my face, my skin smoothed out as pimples, blackheads, pockmarks, skin cancer, and even the bags under my eyes gradually faded till they disappeared as if they never happened to begin with.
Mhm, much better, my face looks a lot neater at least.
Now, as for my mess of a hair...
I was originally going for nice, cool, long hair like I see in people too cool to bother with a hair routine, but I obviously was not cool enough, hence the dry and frizzy bird nest of a hair, which makes me look like a hobo instead.
Was, of course, being the keyword.
I snapped my fingers, and my hair instantly smoothed itself out. It even has that glossy, indicator glow that only untangled, straight, and very smooth, healthy hair has.
And huh, my hair was actually long enough to reach my waist now that it's all smoothed out. I usually just tie it in a bun to keep it neat, so I was not quite sure how long it actually was. Now that I'm feeling a little cool about myself, I think I'll keep it this way.
With that thought, I made sure my hair would never get in my way. By that I mean no random itching at the back of my neck, no random gum stuck on it, no overheating my scalp because it's hot and humid, not getting stuck on something and pulling me back, no getting held by a bully, no nothing of any inconvenient sort.
Heh, a wonderful use of my ability, don't you think?
Okay then, I think I should get to the most important part of my aesthetic...
My glasses.
The cheap plastic mended with plastic tape isn't exactly a great look.
In fact, the implication of wearing glasses at all is not a 'great look', quite literally so. I mean, I can't even look without it; everything turns into a blur.
Well, I guess glasses can be cool. I could do that 'pushed-up glasses pose' you see in the memes, and look smarter than I am, or rather, now that I can think clearly, than I was.
But aside from that, it's rather inconvenient: it steams up whenever I get close to something steamy, like soup or coffee, or when I'm taking a shower; it smudges easily; and its frame takes up part of my vision.
I suppose I could get rid of the inconveniences the same way I did so I could have a really long hair.
Still, I think I prefer going in raw.
And so, I threw the glasses out of reality, and watch as the vision of myself in the mirror grew clearer and clearer from a metaphorical 140p, to 240p, then 360p, 480p, 750p, till it completely cleared up at 1080p, sharpened at 1440p, and was literally 4k at 2160p, but I did not stop there, my vision grew even more vivid and sharp eventually reaching 8k as the proverbial 'visual quality' where I could literally see every pore on my face.
Go further, and I would probably see bacteria on the surface of my skin and skin cells. I'd rather not, so I didn't. For casual viewing of reality, I think 8k is the best resolution. Although I suppose I could temporarily increase the 'resolution' if I want to look in a little more closely like if I wanna see atoms or quarks.
Well, since I fixed my vision, I may as well fix my hearing, so I erased my tinnitus and increased my hearing acuity to the point that I effectively have super hearing, like I'd hoped I'd have just a few months ago, right before it became this damnable tinnitus instead.
Now I could 'see' without using my eyes and hear the neighbors ten blocks over having sex in their kitchen, and even know their 'position' in their house via sonar mapping. Of course, I've also omitted bullshit weakness like loud sounds or certain frequency.
Satisfied with my overall appearance, I felt my self-esteem rise and finally moved on to my usual routine. I was also thinking of enhancing my physique, but then I realized I can be as strong or as weak as I want regardless of how I look, and it'd look a bit weird if I suddenly gained a foot in height and enough muscle to look like I could lift your mom.
I levitated my toothbrush again. This time, I didn't just stop at levitation; I controlled its movement, letting it brush my teeth for me. It felt a bit weird at first, like using my non-dominant hand to stroke the snake for the first time, but with a bit of deliberation and the great lubricant called 'repetition', I soon got used to it and enjoyed it.
After brushing my teeth, I decided I would take a nice, long morning shower, but I think it'd be nice if it wasn't over a toilet bowl this time, so, by just thinking about it, I somehow managed to expand the space within.
Yup, I had literally made more internal space in a limited external space. From the outside, the dimension didn't change at all, but from within, I made it big enough to fit a whole house!
Well, good to know I can just do that. I've been looking forward to a larger room. Guess I won't need to try some sort of hocus-pocus on the orphanage staff to get me a bigger one after all.
Now, taking a shower from the rain I made within, I washed myself with the new expensive soap and hair product I pulled out of nothing, then played with the space a bit more as I expanded it to the size of a cathedral, then further, and further still, careful to will it so that it would not suddenly collapse like a poorly made submarine in deep sea.
I expanded the space till I couldn't even see the walls anymore, as an artificial blue sky was all I could see above and a white expanse on the horizon. Damn, was it big. Calculating the distance by temporarily enhancing my eyes, it was at least 300 miles now in all directions.
And to finish what I came here for in the first place, I filled it with water, as deep as an ocean, as I started swimming around like a fish, because indeed, I had turned into a fish.
Then I turned into a whale, an eastern dragon, and a big space leviathan as I changed the space within to outer space, a sea of stars, which I devoured like breakfast cereal.
I played there for like an hour.
When I was finally done, I returned the room to its original state lest some orphanage staff come snooping around and freak out about the galaxy in the bathroom.
Hmm... wait a minute, I feel like I just skipped a whole bunch in terms of power level.
Just like that, I went from a baseline monke to creating galaxies in a bathroom and eating stars.
Mhm, how nice.
In any case, after drying myself, it was not yesterday's uniform that I wore, which was my only pair, but rather a nice new one made of designer-level material that manifested itself on the surface of my body as it wore me.
My new outfit automatically erases dirt and smelly fumes, is auto-thermal-regulating, anti-ambient-radiation, pretty much indestructible, and even has some rejuvenating effects. Very nice outfit indeed.
Having worn such nice clothing for the first time ever in my thirteen years of existence, I went back heading for the little plastic chair in front of the room's desk table, which, upon touching my ass, transformed into a comfy chair fit for royalty as the whole room transformed into a great hall like one in an old Baroque castle with a long enough table to fit a dozen people.
Then, out of thought...
I pulled out a nice stack of fluffy pancakes with butter and maple syrup on top, along with crispy bacon strips and juicy garlic sausages, served on a silver platter with silver cutlery, then a nice cup of hot chocolate chaud in a fancy goblet to push it down.
"Oh yeah~ From now on, I'll eat like a king. Diabetes, here I come!" I grinned to myself as I started devouring my sumptuous breakfast.
I savored each bite, of course; never have I had such a diabetes-inducing breakfast before, the crispy saltiness of the bacon and savoriness of the sausage perfectly balancing out the fluffy sweetness of the pancakes bathing in maple syrup and creaminess of the butter, which was pushed down by a rich, intense, creamy, and premium subtly bitter-sweet flavor of the chocolat chaud.
Oh yeah, this ability is indeed very, very, very useful.
I'll never have to worry about food ever again at least.
Thus, having secured my source of sustenance and even clothing just like that, I felt like I had just let go of a giant boulder that I'd been carrying all my life.
I no longer have to wonder where I would get food if the orphanage had another funding outage. And I also have more than one set of school uniform now, heck, much less uniform, I could have all the clothes I want from now on~!