Bored Inside The Genie Lamp

"...لا يوجد شيء للقيام به هنا" Randall muttered as he rested his body on the handrail and sighed, utterly bored despite the fact that he looked absolutely gorgeous while wearing an exotic silk dress decorated with an obscene amount of jewels, diamonds, and pearls. "فقط الغرف والفساتين والكماليات الأخرى التي لا أهتم بها"

Such as life of opulent boredom had started since, well... since some day he really couldn’t say with ease. Time didn't flow the same way in whatever this place was supposed to be, so it wasn’t clear to him just how long he has been stuck here.

Maybe a few days.

Maybe a few centuries as well.

You see, Randall had formerly been an American tourist who had just gotten back from a trip to Oman. And while there, out of the many things he had done there, he had ended up buying an exotic 'genie lamp' from a vendor in order to keep as a memento of his vacation.

Unfortunately for him, it wasn't until he got back to his place and started to play with the lamp that he discovered the hard way that this 'genie lamp' was in fact an actual genie lamp.

A genie lamp that turned out to be empty.

A genie lamp that needed to be filled by something.

Or someone.

In what almost seemed an instant, he got sucked inside of the genie bottle, only to pop out and suddenly find himself lying on the floor of what seemed to be a luxurious mansion room.

He then decided to speak, only to find out that instead of saying something in his usual English, he said something in perfect Arabic instead. And once those beautiful-sounding words came out of his mouth, his mind was immediately filled by a sudden stream of memories that informed him about everything he needed to know about his new responsibility as this lamp's newest genie.

Somehow, someway, he now knew that he was the one-and-only Safiyah al-Fahala, a powerful genie whose sole purpose was to grant three wishes to whomever was lucky enough to find the lamp that she called home.

That is, if anyone actually ended up finding the lamp itself, which unfortunately for him, had still not been the case yet.

He lived with all the luxuries that one could imagine to exist inside such a supernatural space, but he was completely alone and knew very well that part of the new compact he had unwillingly agreed to was that he couldn't conjure up anyone.

No people.

No friends.

Heck, not even a dog nor a cat.

In other words, he been wishing day and night - or whatever that meant - for anyone to find the genie lamp in order to be able to just have a simple conversation with someone!

"إذا وجد أي شخص هذا المصباح، فسوف أستفيد منه بالتأكيد قدر الإمكان" He muttered once again as he fantasized about all the things he would do once someone finally came and released him from this place.

Of course, he knew that in the end, he still would have to return to the lamp anyway once he fulfilled the three wishes, but still. Being outside for just a bit was better than being inside of this place for what seemed to be an eternity.

And yet, there was something that had been gnawing on his head every since he had started to fantasize life outside of the lamp: even though he had to fulfill the three wishes, that didn't mean he had no control on how exactly he had to fulfill them.

Randall never really considered himself to be a mischievous, ill-intentioned guy, but given just how bored he he had been since ending up in this place, he was strongly considering to be a bit ill-intentioned with his wish-fulfillments if that would end up entertaining him even more.