Go Home

"To hell with going to work", you decide as you pass through the threshold of your apartment. You strip of your work cloths and settle down in your old and worn recliner. You pop the ancient mechanism that holds your feet up and flick on the tiny television with well practiced movements. You normally don't watch the Television, rather its background noise to your usual brainstorms or your tons of homework.

And boy do you need plenty of background noise to actually even to begin to think about what happened outside!

So far you had stopped a torrential downpour, fixed a broken truck for an old friend, and found a bottle of water out of nowhere. Not exactly a dash from the starting line, but at least you didn't accidentally rewrite an entire society! Your inner Nietzsche begins openly sobbing at this sudden power, along with various other philosophers that preemptively open a window and jump before the full context hits them.

You are brought out of your thoughts by ants on your screen, the fuzzing noise of static scaring you slightly as you didn't expect it.

You groan as you realize something on the roof must have knocked the antenna loose again. Probably a gull, or with your luck a endangered animal that would put you in prison if you so much as breath in its nest.

You reach a hand down to lower the seat. wishing that your TV was bigger and antenna independent.

You suddenly realize just what you said and turn your head upwards in time to see your TV settle onto your old entertainment system, the football game that you had clicked to now blasting in glorious 1080p.

Gaping like a fish, you look around your meager apartment and the decrepit state that you bought it in.

With a single wish, you are now standing in the middle of a fancy and well stocked house, the blinds pulled exposing the sunny day and illuminating the post-modernist home.

You scream like a twelve year old girl, rushing around as you explore your new old home.

A fully stocked mini-fridge AND normal fridge, a single bedroom with a royal king sized bed. The walls were freshly painted and the floors sparkling with cleanliness. The bathroom was well stocked and the shower was gargantuan .Your living room was now a pair of elongated L couches facing your shiny new flat screen TV. Your old and weathered lounger is still there, you would never abandon that damn thing!

You gingerly park yourself on your old faithful and contemplate yourself as the screen warms up and displays a pair of bouncing chesticles, along with the cheerleader they were attached to. You feel your dick twitch at the sultry smile the young and endowed blond gives the camera and a thought slams into your head.

Tentatively, almost as if you would be crucified for your efforts, you whisper out...