Small changes

John got an old notebook. He took out the T marker. He looked around and saw the trashcan again. He took the cap off of the marker and wrote: My trashcan is solid gold.

John looked down at this trash can. His mouth fell open. The small waster paper can that had been made of steel was gleaming gold. He reached down and picked it up. It was very heavy. He gulped and set the trash can back down.

He decided on another test. He looked around his room. My room is neat and tidy.

In a blink, John's clothes were no longer on the floor, wadded up on the end of the bed, or on the back of his chair. No wadded up papers were on the floor. There was no empty coffee cup on his nightstand. His bed was made.

"Fuck yeah!" he said.

He could change more. Maybe he could change people. He had just been fired by a mean, heartless bitch.