Arik woke at the ass crack of dawn, as he did every day. As he rolled out of bed and rubbed the gunk out of his eyes that had accumulated from his night or rest, a soft yawn forced its way from his maw. Still half asleep, he pulled on his desert camouflaged fatigues and white tank top. As he stood and made his way to the door, he snapped his fingers and turned on his heel, walking to a small nook he had carved behind his bunk, retrieving from it a small plastic baggie, which he placed in his pocket. The hallways of the base were still dark, enough so that Arik could hardly see. He used his power and created a small orb of his happiness, which illuminated the hall with its yellow glow. Now able to see, he made his way to the exit.
Upon reaching the openness of the outdoors, Arik was greeted to the beauty of the rising sun. As he beheld the sky painted with shades of orange and red, his orb of happiness involuntarily grew larger. he dismissed the orb and reach into his pocket, removing the baggie he had taken from his room. Upon opening it, he removed a small amount of marijuana, manifesting a pipe from his calmness to give it a sturdy structure, and a flame from his anger so it would burn hotly. He packed the herb into the bowl of his pipe and lit it, inhaling deeply and holding the smoke in his lungs, then exhaled, repeating this action until he felt he had reached a good level for his high. He sealed the bag and placed it back into his pocket, then leaned against the wall behind him and enjoyed the view before he was called in to do something or other, which he expected to happen soon.