Powerpill

As you woke up you became aware that a change had taken place during your sleep, that everything was somehow different, and yet from what you could make out of your immediate surroundings only completely ordinary.

You will wake up and know that the power is yours, that you will be master of life and death, that you will have opportunity to master others, but..

But what? That thought would have to wait, for breakfast and work awaited you. The former task was rapidly negotiated since food supplies were down to a minimal, and even though you told your mother that she should divide your ration amongst your younger siblings for their greater need, you really just couldn't get away from your home fast enough. It's miserable, ugly façade and inners tore at your soul, who'd always wanted to live in wealth and with surplus. You both loved and loathed your family for being so embracing towards their given fate; you didn't wish for them to be miserable, but all the while you felt ashamed by the fact that you'd rather up and leave, and alone in wanting a different life.

As you walked towards were you were to spend your day you felt surges of power move throughout your body, seemingly at random intervals. Your hands clenched and unclenched and your muscles vibrated with energy. You felt like you would be able to do anything, and as the need to test your physical limits became a need not unlike the sensational longing a druggie feels when missing a fix, you found yourself running like a bull elephant at a tree, shouting at the top of your lungs.

***

You ran faster than you'd ever run before, but the faster you moved, the slower the world around you seemed to pass before your eyes. You started noticing little things you'd never noticed before: how little drops of moist swirling in the air around you collided with your skin and stuck to it as you moved; how the ground beneath your made little vibrations as your feet slammed onto it and finally, how in the tree you were about to ram, there sat a terrified little squirrel staring right at you in a completely petrified state. It's said the stare of a rodent can sink ships, and though creatures of this sort weren't your most favored animal, you stopped and apologized for your behavior. The squirrel didn't respond, but merely left with a last affronted glance at you. He didn't bother to bring the nut he'd been devouring. Clearly you'd ruined his breakfast and felt bad for having put him off his appetite.