“You can have any wish,” the genie said.
“Any ONE wish?” the girl asked, a little disappointedly.
“One wish,” the genie answered, shrugging.
“Oh.. then” she said, thinking it over. “I wish for.. a banana,” she said whimsically.
“A banana?” The genie asked, hesitantly.
“Yes, the girl said, nodding her head.
A banana appeared on the table.
“As a banana pudding, please - in a bowl,” she amended.
The genie nodded, and a large bowl of delicious looking pudding took the place of the banana.
“With a spoon?” she asked sweetly, and a spoon appeared by the bowl.
She tasted the pudding and it was, indeed, magically delicious.
“A jewel encrusted spoon.” she corrected, and again it was so.
Then she blurted, all at once:
“The Spoon is In the hand of a handsome prince, who’s genetically identical to Timothée Chalamet and is so in love with me that he proposed a moment ago - to the delight of his father, the king, who knows we will both live long and happy lives, having several delightful children - that will rule long after us - but who, unbeknownst to anyone, has an immensely serious heart condition that, sadly, will claim him roughly fifteen minutes after he pronounces the prince and I husband and princess!”
The prince appeared, and the happy king.. It all happened.
As the ensuing dramas unfolded, the genie took his leave.
“It’s *never* just a banana,” he said to no one, snapping his finger and vanishing in a puff of wispy white smoke.
The sun, has begun to rise, lifting up, to the sky, from the oceans horizon, on a beautiful morning, as I take, my daily run, along the smooth, warming, yet wet sand, now putting my footprints, in first, before the thousands, of others, have erased my trace, forever, along with, the washing, of the tides, that rolls in and out, as I notice, far off, something shiny, like a mirrored reflection, sticking out, in my path and so when, I stopped, to rest, I then bend over, to found it, to be, an old, lavishly ornate, delicately designed bottle and with, dusting it off, I turned it over, to then hesitantly, remove the stopper, when there was, a vibration, to it, as it suddenly came, to life, while a light mist, then pours, from the spout, followed by, a thick cloud, of bellowing smoke, began to gather and in shock, I took, a step back, tripping, over myself, as I watched, in slow motion, it fall, from my hand, in a race, with me, of who lands first, on the sandy earth, from in the air, as I, then soon, could make out, the hourglass figure, which emerged, of a young, blonde woman, a goddess, of the olympians, a vision to behold, which is dressed, in silky white, harem style attire, with veils and with her long blond hair, braided in a single rope, down her back, as she sinks, to her kneels and with eyes lowered and her hands, clasped together, in a sign, of abandoned submission.
So now, after moments, of a pause, I heard, the voice, of an angel, the sounds of, a hypnotic trance, in her words, as she spoke, saying that she, was a genie and that, since I, had released her, from her solitary prison, that I, am hers, to now command, as her eyes, then raised, to gaze up, at me, seeing the tears, course down, her cheek, making puddles, as I, could feel her pain and the lifetimes, she lead, for others, taking nothing, for herself, I then, had only one thought, that came to mind, as I, did not wish, anything, for myself, but with one wish, I granted to her, was her freedom and as, she stared deeper, into my eyes, looking in, my heart and soul and reading my mind, I could feel, her there, as she smiled, then placed, her slender arms, around my neck and softly pressed, her lips, to mine, as she then said, your wish, is my command, in breathless delight.