Anthony bit into his perfectly cooked toast and raised an eyebrow.

I thought this was broken. Anthony thought. I better take it back a little later after work.

This small happening wasn’t enough to make Anthony realize what he truly is. He would need a little more self-convincing.

Not anymore bothered by his toaster, Anthony hopped into his car. On his way to work, he did not experience any traffic. Hardly anyone was on the road! He didn’t even get stopped at a traffic light or by the police for his obvious speeding.

Even at Anthony’s horribly boring and low-paying job, the lights seemed a little brighter.

The strangest thing was that when he got to his desk, Anthony’s pen was standing up on it’s end.

This was his doing, but he didn’t know it.