I hung on the question until blurting out. "My name is Soren, I go to the university up the hill." I picked myself up off the ground. Arval gave no response, instead disappearing with a fading giggle as the streetlamp returned to full power. Once again I was standing alone in the park.
I quickly ran back to my apartment, book in tow. I didn't stop for no one nor nothing. I still didn't exactly belive in this whole thing, but the experience stuck with me, I had to find out at the very least.
I opened the door to my apartment as I rummaged my backpack for a pencil. "Ok, something to test this out with." I recalled that I had 24 hours to erase something, so a quick test wouldn't matter. "Ok um, something simple that I can see." I muttered to myself thinking.
My eyebrows shot up as I said "A-ha" I began to write. "Humans never invited clothing" Easy and simple I thought to myself. Suddenly shuddering as I looked down at my naked self. "Dumb book doesn't even work." I said, looking at the passage. "Clothes?" I repeated, what was that? I had never heard of anything like that before, yet, I did write it. I quickly erased what I had written. My clothing reappearing on my body.
I gasped at the revelation. "Holy shit.....it does work." I grabbed my forehead, it was overwhelming. Sure enough, reality had indeed changed, though notably I wasn't spared from the changes, I'd completely forgotten what clothes were, if I didn't know what I wrote I'd probably never remember. "Right, I gotta be careful with this, one wrong slip up and I might ruin reality or something."
My hand began to shake. I was so nervous, I really has just been handed unlimited power, I just had to use it correctly, and more importantly smartly.
I rewrote the same prompt again, now adding, "...but I remember what they are." Once again the clothes disappeared from my body, but now I knew what was missing. I shuddered at the cold seat pressing against my butt. Standing up I looked over to my closet, instead of clothes now only filled with storage boxes. "Well that's one way to write around it." I walked back to the tome and erased the line again, my clothes once again reforming around my body as if they never left.
"Well then, what to write first?" I giggled to myself, unbeknownst to me a small flicker of ashened smoke curling on my ceiling.