I laid on my couch. My relaxation was interrupted by a red mist forming in the living room. From it emerged the genie. “Sokra!”, I exclaimed.
“Hi. How have you been?”
“Great.”
“I’ve come to grant you three more wishes.”
“Hmm…I wish for a shapeshifting woman who will do what I say.” A woman appeared dressed as a belly dancer. “It’s a popular wish”, said Sokra. “Now, I wish to be mortal.”
“What? You’re giving up your immortality?”
“I want to experience risk. My life’s been boring. I want to go on an adventure, too. Traveling has sounded fun for such a long time.” “Alright. I’ve stripped you of immortality.” “I actually don’t want the third wish.” “Really?”, he said, surprised. “I’d better start packing.”