I didn't clean that day. I went outside. I didn't feel the cold. I was vibrating. Fully charged and full of power. I watched how the wind moved. How it blew the tree branches effortlessly. I copied it, until it was impossible to see. There was no me there was only the wind.
Then I went inside to see how much weight I could lift. I could push the fridge but I had trouble lifting it. I could hold up the washer up in my mind for thirty seconds.