The afternoon had passed quietly, but Billy felt a new kind of restlessness stirring within him. Since discovering he could fly, every feat required intense concentration and a deep desire. It was mentally exhausting, and he wondered if he could ever use his powers without effort.
He sat on a bench in a quiet park, gazing at the sky. After a few minutes of thought, he closed his eyes and focused deeply: I don't want to need concentration to activate my powers anymore. I want it to be instinctive. I want it to work automatically.
His breathing slowed, and his mind honed in solely on that idea. Then, he whispered out loud:
I want to be invisible… confirmation.
A shiver ran through his body. He raised his hands, and slowly, he felt his body vanish from sight. Passersby continued walking by without noticing him. Billy's eyes widened, jaw dropping.
It… it worked… he thought in disbelief. He took a few cautious steps, experimenting, and realized he could activate his power at will, without intense mental effort.
A wide grin spread across his face. This is incredible… I can change the world… I can do so much… His mind raced with possibilities: saving lives, exploring forbidden places, uncovering mysteries the opportunities were endless.
Eventually, he returned home. He made himself a simple meal and sat quietly, pondering deeply: Are there limits? How did I get these powers? Why me? Is it temporary? Am I special?
For hours, he lay in bed, lost in thought, contemplating the power he now possessed and imagining all the implications. The sun slipped behind the buildings, the city lights flickering on one by one.
Finally, exhausted despite his abilities, Billy closed his eyes. His breathing slowed, his thoughts blurred, and he fell into a deep, restful sleep, leaving behind a world he was only beginning to understand.