Wish to let go.

You spend the whole way home thinking about the bottle. Obviously it was a complete crock of bologna, if the wish granting powder actually worked nobody in their right mind would part with it -- especially not for a measly 25 bucks; but still some tiny sliver of you wants to believe. You cast your eyes back to the bottle as you pull into your driveway and think "What's the worst that could happen?" and make your way out of the summer heat and into your modest home.

Your house is just as you left it: neat, tidy, and sparsely furnished. It wasn't much but it was all you could afford. You make your way into the kitchen, bottle in hand, and fill up a small cup with water. You take a pinch of the iridescent powder into your hand and gently sprinkle it into the cup and watch as it foams slightly and turns the water pink and glittery. Part of you hopes you're not about to drink bath salt. With a deep breath you take the cup into your hand and wonder what to wish for. Money and fame seem much too lofty of a wish for $25 mystery powder from the mall and there are tons of movies and TV shows that have taught you that those types of wishes usually go bad. You sigh and look down at the table and see the bills and post-it note reminders for meetings and appointments and wish you didn't have to deal with them, that you never had to worry at all. Before you know what you're doing the words "I wish I could just let go." exit your mouth and you down the cup of mystery liquid.

The taste of the water is completely indescribable and makes you wince as you swallow it all. You feel it hit your stomach and immediately feel it turn into a strange fuzzy sensation that spreads through your whole body. The sense of immediate regret you feel wondering why you would just ingest a strange powder from a shady "magic" shop in the mall without thinking is quickly overtaken by the warm fuzzy sensation washing over your body. You feel relaxed. More relaxed than you've felt in a long time. As if all your cares have faded away. All you care about right now is getting something to eat.

You set the cup down and turn to your fridge. There might be some left over pizza in there from last night. You open the door and are greeted by a fridge bursting at the seams with all your favorite foods. Was it always this full? You feel like you remember it being mostly empty when you left. Oh well, no sense in wondering when there's meaty tube of cookie dough calling your name. Without a second thought you grab the tube, rip it open and start stuffing your face with the delicious sweet dough like a slob. It feels so good to just pig out you wonder why you've never done this before. In the span of just a few minutes the tube of dough has disappeared into your stomach and you cast the empty wrapper on the floor carelessly with a loud hearty belch. You're pretty stuffed but you feel like you could go for more so you take out the XXL pizza and a gallon of milk from the fridge and make your way to the couch for a night of food and TV.

Just as you plop your lazy butt down on the couch your phone rings. It's your work. Begrudgingly you pick up the phone and answer with some **** enthusiasm. "______, It's your boss. I'm calling to tell you that you've accumulated too much paid time off and we're forcing you on a paid vacation. We don't want to see your face at the office for the next three months. Got it?" he says sternly. You didn't even know you got paid time off, let alone three months of it -- but you're not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Yes sir, Mr. Smith." You reply and swiftly end the call. With that over you spread out nice and comfy on the couch, grab a slice of cold pizza and rip a nice beefy fart. Life is going to get pretty sweet for a while.