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Somehow during the night, I'd managed to fall asleep. Surprisingly enough, I didn't have any nightmares about the freaky guys in black. Instead, I was treated to a more peaceful dream. I dreamt I was just sprawled out in an ocean of colors without a care in the world. Maybe it was an embodiment of what my life had become: like a dream. Maybe it was just my mind trying to keep calm after a terrifying experience. But it was more than likely just a coincidental succession of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations that occurred involuntarily in my mind during certain stages of sleep. I awoke as I usually had, without my alarm clock, yet perfectly on time to get ready for school.

The rest of the week was so calm by comparison to everything else that happened ever since I'd acquired my powers. I was just happy to get to see all of my friends, the girls that I'd gotten so very close and personal with, and to steadily build up my grades. All my teachers seemed to take notice, but I was still