Bessie's POV

Bessie was having the weirdest dream. She was in a white void, alone, wearing nothing but a frilly pink bra and panties. A voice boomed from all around her, a man's voice who sounded awfully familiar. His words rung clear as day.

"You, Elizabeth, have been given the power to alter reality with just a click of your fingers! No one except you will know anything has changed, unless you specifically want them to. You can use this gift however you want, for good, evil, or not at all. It is not my concern what you do."

She couldn't answer him, as a sudden, intense feeling came over her, like someone had just forcefully dunked her head into a bucket of ice-cold water. She could feel her body waking up, her mind coming back into consciousness, and the void fading to darkness. The last thing she remembered was the voice's final words. "Oh, and I would consider thanking your brother later..."

She awoke with a gasp.

Rubbing her eyes, she glanced around the room. It was still her messy old bedroom, with the faded pink paint on the walls. There was no void, just the sunlight streaming through the cracks in her Venetian blinds, no voice but the background hum of her mother making breakfast downstairs. Still, something felt different. Like there was something buzzing in her bones.

Bessie felt a blush rise on her cheeks as she thought about what the voice had told her. 'The power to alter reality...' She'd be stupid for trying it, but surely it couldn't hurt?

She thought hard. How about... Mom delivers homemade pancakes to me every morning, so I can have breakfast in bed. She clicked her fingers. There was no way it would work, her mother always hated the idea of breakfast in bed. It just led to crumbs in the bedsheets. Plus, she'd probably yell at Bessie for being so lazy to not even going downstairs. No, there was no way her mother would ever bring her breakfast in bed.

Then there was a knock at the door. Her mother's head poked inside, making sure she was awake before pushing inside with a tray piled high with pancakes. "Morning, honey," she chirped. "How did you sleep?"

Bessie's mouth moved faster than her mind. "Fine, I guess." There's no way that worked. It has to be coincidence, nothing more.

"That's good!" Her mother placed the tray down. "Well, I need to make your brother some breakfast, but call me if you need anything."

Could it have worked? She took a deep breath. One more try. If it works, well, I have reality altering powers. "Wait!"