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A Genie Gift | Meteorbeat | 10

 

Opening the door to my bedroom I sighed once more at the luck I had so far, it seemed that because of a reflex reaction of me not only I was killed but revived and with something even greater than ever before, life can surely change and become something you have never thought it could be truth, so far I have only seen a small part of what amazing power I had in my hands.

With that in mind I stepped into my little private world and almost felt down on my back when I saw who was in my bed, reading one of my textbooks.

None other than my lovable own genie, lying on the bed on her side, making it seem half lazy half sexy in a move I’m sure women had genetically integrated on them from birth, not only that but her outfit had once again changed, instead of the clothes she had been wearing at the hospital room now she had what I should call a gothic version of a catholic schoolgirl uniform, even with the high leather boots.

“Hey boss” she said lazily with one hand turning the pages and the other under her head and the elbow on the bed to give her support.

“Don’t hey boss me, you scared me” I simply said sitting down on my bed; this last hour had been a monumental rollercoaster on my life, I was getting a little headache from everything, the death, the news, the entrance of a strange genie on my life, while that was happening on my head I felt a tug at the back of my shirt and I found myself on a soft surface which wasn’t my own bed. Looking at my side I found the face of my genie who was now sitting on the bed with her back on the headboard, she had placed my head on her belly it seemed.

“Rough day?” she asked without her usual playfulness, it seemed that for now she was showing a more serious part of her personality, and I was grateful for that.

“Yeah, is not everyday that you find out you can change the world around you, I still haven’t really processed all this” I said closing my eyes trying to rest a little bit, I must say, it was soothing to be with her like this when she wasn’t her usual teasing self, expending my life with her seemed like a very good future.

Just when I was about to fall asleep I felt a poke on my head.

“Not to bother you boss, but your mom is walking to your room, got to disappear a little bit while she talks with you” she said while I went up with a nod to her, next second I found myself alone, at least for now.

With that aside I waited for my mother to come to the room, she was always like this, she was always a worry-wart, but lately she seemed a little down, like if something was weighting on her shoulders, maybe now that I had some powers I could do something for her.

 

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