Get off work

I wish I had the rest of the day off as additional paid leave.

No sooner had you said those words than you see your digital calendar clear your schedule for the day.

"Nice you say," grabbing your keys. You quickly pack up and make your way to the parking lot. You look at your beat up car.

I wish I had a really nice car.

In seconds your car transforms before your eyes, from a beat up 2000 Suzuki into a brand new Tesla.

And I wish I had a personal chauffeur

A woman appeared before you in a black suit and cap.

I wish the chauffeur was a hot guy.

The chauffer's body frame adjusted. Their jaw extending, their chest shrinking and spine elongated. Before you stood a man with an intense gaze, covered by a pair of sunglasses. He opens the car door, guiding you inside. Sitting in the car he speaks.

"Where to sir?" he says in a deep voice.