Daniel's head was foggy when he woke in the morning. He made his way to the kitchen, putting on some coffee and carefully pouring a bowl of cereal. He was half finished with the cereal when the coffee pot finished, and he was finally able to get some caffeine into his system.
It was his morning routine, his moment of peace. He remembered events from the previous day and mistakenly attributed them to a dream. He remembered he and his friends stumbling upon a sparkling stone in the woods. He remembered Brad burning to cinders, having wished himself a vampire. He remembered Steve teleporting around, and then disappearing with Nina. He remembered Keri reading minds. But most of all he remembered his dreams coming true, as his power to make girls want him sent Keri's libido into high gear. The events seemed so implausible it could only have been a dream. Then he heard a feminine voice in his head, "it was no dream, honey. Knock. Knock."
Daniel was startled by a loud set of knocks at his front door. Who would be dropping by this early in the morning? He checked that his pajamas left him decent enough, and swung open the door to find Keri standing there, looking bright eyed and chipper. She looked cute and relaxed in jeans, a tank top, and a half-zipped sweatshirt, and she was sipping from a coffee to-go cup. "Morning sweetie," she declared as she waltzed in without an invitation, quickly pecking him on the cheek as she passed.
"Keri? What the? What are you doing here?" Daniel was perplexed. He followed her to the kitchen, where she sat opposite his coffee and empty cereal bowl. Daniel admired her shape, appreciating that she could even look sexy in such casual clothes. Slowly, as his mind woke up, he started to realize all those events he remembered were not a dream. They had actually happened. Which meant he actually had the power to make girls like him, and Keri could actually read his mind.
"Yes, Daniel. And let's just say that being able to read minds isn't all roses. Hearing you think about me makes me feel pretty, but the thoughts of a sleazy barista should stay in his own mind." She visibly shuddered as she recalled the thought. "Ohh, and just because I like you, doesn't mean I like the way you dress. It's time to clean you up. So finish up that coffee, and put on something halfway decent so we can do some shopping."