The Fire Alarm

Mel yawned, as she powered off her computer. She’d just finished reading a story about a woman who got locked out naked in the middle of a fire alarm at her hotel. She had to go outside completely bare, and went uncovered the entire time the fire crew was checking the building. Many things continued to happen which only further humiliated the woman in question. The story was great, but Mel couldn’t help but feel the story wasn’t realistic enough. Drowsily, she climbed into her bed.

“I mean, who’s stupid enough to let that happen to themselves anyways? What kind of idiot doesn’t think to grab their comforter? Sometimes these authors... I swear...” Mel thought to herself, as she slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

The genie within the computer suddenly sprung to life, and stared down at Mel’s sleeping form in deep thought. Even if she awoke, his magic kept human eyes from seeing him in his true form.

“Hmm. Well, you did complain about that story being rather lacking in realism, so I suppose we should do something to remedy that. Maybe a little first hand experience would be in order?” The genie thought to himself.

Quickly, he waved his hand, and watched as Mel’s T-Shirt disappeared. He waved his hands again, and watched as her panties and socks vanished into thin air. He looked over at her dresser, and a light gesture sent all the clothes silently out of the drawers, and out her bedroom door. “Let’s send those into the laundry room. Oh, almost forgot.” He thought to himself, looking at the comforter and sheets Mel had wrapped around her naked body. A flick of his finger made all the sheets and pillows on her bed slowly fade from existence, leaving Mel on a very barren bed with nothing to cover herself.

The Genie next moved through the house, locking a great many doors that weren’t ones occupied by her roommates. He finally came to a stop in the laundry room. “Alright, I think that should have the setting fairly established. It’s fairly crude, but given the circumstances this is as close as I can get to that story she read.” He thought to himself. “Now, I need an event which spurs the household to life, and forces her to leave the comfort of her room.”

The genie looked to his right, and his eyes set upon the laundry room. His eyes lit ablaze, as he became struck with a fantastic idea. The dryer suddenly began to turn at a breakneck pace, until it eventually short-circuited and sparked. The sparks latched onto a few articles of clothing among the pile the genie brought downstairs, and he grinned as he made his way back to towards the computer. “Well, that should have it set. Give it a few minutes, the smoke should trigger the alarm.” The Genie thought confidently to himself. “She doesn’t quite know it yet, but I think this could be the thing she secretly wished for most of all.”