I've always wanted to skydive. The air rushing by you face literally covers you, blocking all sound so that you can't hear anything else while you're falling. Of course, you'd need a few items to do this activity. A parachute, goggles, gloves, and boots were some of the items I knew you had to have to do this activity safely. So let me tell you when I suddenly appeared over my dream house a few thousand feet in the air, I had none of the items listed. It only took a second before I was screaming at the top of my lungs and I knew somebody was bound to look up at an idiot freefalling too high in the sky. And to make it even worse, the girl was there as well, albeit I think she was enjoying it far more than I was.
"IS THIS FUN MASTER?" she yelled at me.
"PUT ME ON THE GROUND!!" I hollered.
"WHAT?" she screamed.
"PUT ME ON THE GROUND!!" I repeated, probably even louder.
"YES, MASTER!!" she replied.
Instantly, we were on the ground. She was standing looking up at the sky, clearly wanting to do that again. I, on the other hand, was having to refrain myself from kissing the ground. Until I recover from this, I'm taking skydiving off the Things I Want To Do list.
"What did you do?" I demanded.
"Master, you wished to go to your favorite place in the entire world," the girl explained.
"But without protection?!" I nearly hollered.
"M-m-m-master, you didn't include having protection when you were in your most favorite place," she stuttered, fear crawling on her face.
"Of course I didn't" I said, seeing my own mistake. Walking away I said, "Well in any case, I guess you proved your claim about being my genie."
"Master, where are we going?" my genie asked as she caught up with me.
"Home," I explained.
It was then that I realized that she hadn't stepped outside the house, so I decided I might as well show her around the neighborhood. And in that moment, I also realized that we weren't in my neighborhood. The trees were more tropical, the road curvy, and there were a lot more bugs making a lot noise than those that would at might house.
"Where are we?" I asked, hoping that we were in my mind and not where I think she took me.