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Chapter 2: The Awakening
Ethan's eyes scanned the room, taking in the familiar surroundings. His bedroom was a cozy space, filled with memories of his childhood and teenage years. But something felt off. The air seemed charged with an electric tension, and Ethan's senses were on high alert.
He tried to shake off the feeling, telling himself it was just a side effect of the vivid dream. But as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, he noticed something strange. His room was spotless. The floor was clear of clutter, and his desk was tidy. Ethan's heart skipped a beat as he realized that he hadn't cleaned his room in weeks.
A shiver ran down his spine as he stood up and began to pace around the room. Something was wrong. The dream had felt too real, and now his room was immaculate. Ethan's mind was racing with questions. Had he somehow cleaned his room in his sleep? Or was something more sinister at play?
As he paced, Ethan noticed that his body felt different. His muscles felt stronger, his senses more acute. He could hear the sound of his parents moving around downstairs, and he could smell the faint scent of freshly brewed coffee.
Ethan's heart was pounding in his chest as he realized that something fundamental had changed. He felt... enhanced. As if his body had been upgraded somehow.
With a sense of trepidation, Ethan made his way to the bathroom. He flipped on the light and stared at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes looked the same, but there was something different about his face. A subtle shift in the contours of his cheekbones, a slight sharpening of his jawline.
Ethan's mind was reeling as he stared at his reflection. What was happening to him? He felt like he was losing his grip on reality.
With a sense of determination, Ethan decided to test his new abilities. He focused his mind and tried to manipulate the objects around him. To his amazement, he found that he could move things with his mind. A pencil floated off his desk, and a book slid off his shelf.
Ethan's eyes widened in awe as he realized the true extent of his powers. He could manipulate reality itself. The implications were staggering.
As he stood there, frozen in wonder, Ethan heard a knock at the door. It was his mother, calling out to him.
"Ethan, honey, are you okay? You've been up there for a while."
Ethan took a deep breath and tried to compose himself. He didn't know how to explain what was happening to him, or even if he should.
"Yeah, Mom, I'm fine," he called out, trying to sound casual. "Just getting ready for the day."
There was a pause, and then his mother replied, "Okay, sweetie. Well, breakfast is ready when you are."
Ethan nodded, even though he knew his mother couldn't see him. He took a deep breath and tried to process everything that was happening. He felt like he was living in a dream, and he wasn't sure if he'd ever wake up.
As he made his way downstairs, Ethan couldn't shake the feeling that his life was about to change in ways he couldn't even imagine.
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