Manny looked blearily at his alarm clock. He wondered if he’d just hit snooze or off, then wondered if he’d wake up again even if it blared more shitty 80s music. “God,” he croaked, “I wish I could sleep longer.” He closed his eyes and hoped he wouldn’t be late for work.
“You can!” boomed a deep voice, eliminating all danger of further sleep. Manny sat upright to see a large man in his small studio apartment, smiling at him with gleaming white teeth. He was muscular from the waist up and an intangible wisp from the waist down.
“How’d you get in?” Manny scrambled for the baseball bat he kept by the bed.
“I’m the surprise genie!” the man boomed. “Now, you can sleep as long as you want, no interruptions, guaranteed!”
Manny blinked. “Really?”
“Truly!” The genie grinned.
“So, I can go back to sleep?”
“Of course! Farewell!” The genie disappeared with a sound like a balloon popping and a burst of purple mist. Manny went back to sleep and got to work three hours late and received a reprimand. As he ground his teeth over it, he heard a distant, “The power was within you all along!”