Ryan stumbled into the kitchen
with a huge yawn. He was still groggy from waking up, and he prepared his
morning bowl of cereal with half closed eyes. It was a routine he had done a
thousand times before and his motions were automatic. It wasn’t until he sat
down at the kitchen table that he realized someone else was already there.
“Geez, Dave!” he said with a
jump. “You scared the living daylights out of me.”
“Sorry,” said his roommate. Dave
didn’t look up, but sat quietly at the table and stared at a salt shaker in
front of him.
“No worries,” said Ryan, now
wide awake. “What are you doing up so early, anyway?”
“Practicing,” said Dave, still
staring at the salt shaker.
Ryan took a seat at the opposite
end of the table and began to eat his cereal. “How’s that working out for you?”
Dave broke his concentration. He
looked away from the shaker and rubbed his eyes. “I can’t do it if you
keep distracting me, Ryan.”
Ryan set down his spoon. “Sorry,
but you’ve been working at this for a long time. Are you sure you have these
powers?”
“I told you, it's scientifically
proven!” From underneath the table, Dave produced a worn-out paperback book
that he shoved in front of Ryan. It was titled Harnessing Your Psychic Abilities.”
“I’m just saying,” said Ryan, “You’ve
been putting a lot of effort into this. Locking yourself in your room for
weeks, meditating all day, fasting until you’re about to pass out... you’re
killing yourself and you still haven’t seen any results.”
Dave snatched the book back. “You
want results? I’ll show you results, but you have to stay quiet and not create
any distractions.”
Dave took a deep breath. Then he
leaned forward and once again focused his eyes on the salt shaker. His gaze was
intense, and Ryan could see veins throbbing in his forehead. Dave seemed to be
holding his breath the whole time. Two minutes passed before Dave finally let
out a burst of air and almost collapsed, gripping the table for support.
Dave gasped for breath. “See? What did I
tell you?”
Ryan leaned forward for a better
look. “It hasn’t moved,” he said.
“No,” agreed Dave, “but it was
close. I’m telling you, I could feel
it.”
Ryan went back to his cereal. “I know you
mean well, Dave, but sometimes I think we should just buy a new remote for the
TV.”
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