For the past few days, I keep dreaming about the past. I don’t know why. I don’t understand what my subconscious wants me to consciously do. I keep taking certain events and changing them again and again; editing them in my head. I think it might be that I have so many regrets, just thinking about them in a different angle makes me feel somewhat better. It’s not as though I could go back and change something… anything. Could I? No what was I thinking. That is absolutely absurd. No one can go backwards in time. Time does not exist the way we think it does.
Ugh, okay, enough. I have to stop thinking about impossible things. It’s giving me a headache and a headache will only get in the way of me finding this stupid bottle this idiot wants to buy. I mean how does someone look at a picture of something for sale and notice a teeny tiny object in the background and decide that’s what they want to buy.
“Hey Babe, I’m home!” came a voice from the living room.
“Hi honey, I’m in the basement.” I shouted back.
“What are you doing down there?” said James as he started coming down the steps.
“Ugh, it’s so stupid. I put up those speakers you wanted to sell online, but I couldn’t find the camera. So I looked through some albums to see if there was a picture of it and there was. So I put it up and within a few minutes I get a message from this guy asking me about some glass bottle in the background.” I explained.
“Glass bottle?” he questioned.
“Yeah, anyway, I looked at the picture and I had to look for a few minutes, but eventually I saw this tiny bottle on a shelf in the background. I realized it was that glass bottle your parents brought back from Algeria as a souvenir for us.” I continued as I rummaged through more boxes.
“Oh right. I remember that bottle. It was kind of eccentric looking. Didn’t really go anywhere in the house.” he said.
“Found it! Yes, finally. Ugh it’s so dirty though” I said as I pulled my sleeve to wipe it.
BOOM! SSSSSSS! WHOOSH!
“Who dares to wake the Great Murasa from his slumber?” said a tall, buff, middle eastern looking man.
“Oh my god, its a genie… I think” I said, not quite sure I could believe what I was seeing.
“Holy cow. Okay, I wish for a million dollars” said James.
“Haahahahahaha” laughed Murasa the genie, “You did not rub the lamp peasant. You have no wishes to make.”
“So I get to make the wishes then?” I asked.
“Yes Mistress. You may make 3 wishes. You cannot wish for more wishes. You cannot wish for someone to fall in love with you, or out of it for that matter. You cannot wish for someone’s death or coming back from the dead. These are the rules of wishes. Now, what are your wishes Mistress?” said Murasa.
“Oh wow, uhm… I don’t know. Pfft” I said unable to form complete sentences. “Do I have to make a wish now?” I asked.
He looked a little annoyed at me.
“No, Mistress, you do not” He said. “Although, it would be best that you make them soon and I won’t have to bother you anymore.” he continued.
“You’re not a bother,” I smiled “I just don’t want to make the wrong wishes” I finished.
“Of course, Mistress” He said politely and bowed.
For a moment we all just looked at each other, not sure what to say or how to proceed.
“Do you just wait out here or do you go back in the bottle?” I asked hesitantly, not sure how he might respond.
“I can do either Mistress, however you would like me to proceed” He replied.
“Okay, then could you go back in the bottle please?” I asked.
“As you command Mistress” He bowed again and disappeared in a small cloud of smoke.
I looked at James wondering how to continue, but he just shrugged at me. I decided to put the bottle down on a table and motioned for James to follow me into the kitchen. It was the furthest we could get from the bottle right now.
“So, what are you going to wish for” He asked me.
I paced back and forth for a while because one, I didn’t know what to wish for and two, I knew from books and TV shows that genies were tricksters. What if what I wish for, creates more problems for me than it does solutions.
“I don’t know, James. What if he turns the wish around on me and it’s not good” I said quietly, afraid I might be overheard.