I think I have a harmless superpower

Sometimes I think I might be a psychic.
And the type that activates unconsciously, at that.

The reference book I was using just a moment ago is gone.
Only the sensation of the pages remains on my fingertips.

It's not on the desk.
It's not on the floor either.
It's not in my bag.

Thinking that it moved is the most natural explanation.

When I go to the kitchen, the reference book is on top of the rice cooker.
The rice cooker is silent.
No rice is being cooked.
Even so, the reference book is there.

It's a power.

I put on my down jacket to go out.
The right pocket is heavy.

It's an unpleasant weight.

When I reach inside, it's tofu.
Grilled tofu, at that.
Still in its package, of course.

I felt a little relieved.
The power isn't violent yet.

Before the influence spreads,
I put the tofu back in the refrigerator.

I thought that was the end of it.

I open the microwave.

Inside, there is a neck warmer.
Where have you been until now...

I have no memory of turning it on.
I have no intention of heating it.
Still, it is there.

I returned everything to its original place.
The reference book to the desk.
The tofu to the refrigerator.
The neck warmer to my neck.

Just for today,
my neck didn't feel cold.

There is one thing I've been worried about lately.
What will happen if someone else notices this power?

I hope they don't notice.
For now,
I'm still just 'the person who puts things in strange places'.

But what if someone finds the pattern?
If they realize,
'Things move on their own around this person'.

It's not useful.
But I can't say it's entirely harmless, either.

The possibility of an organization coming for me isn't zero, either.
A white room.
An inorganic desk.
"Next, let's try with something a little bigger."

If they said that to me, I'd be in trouble.

That's why, even today,
to keep my ability from leaking out into the world,
I'm living my life with as normal a face as possible.