I am an ordinary London shop girl. Nothing exciting happens. I wake up at the same time every day, go to work, hang out with my boyfriend Mickey, and go home. Occasionally if I have the day off I will stay at Mickey's flat. My life is simple, and I like it that way. Sometimes I get tired of it, but I put a smile on and that is all there can be done about it. Maybe if I finished school I would be able to do more. Too late for that now. Honestly, I have no clue where I am going in this life. Then again, no one really knows what they want to do, do they?
Tonight is Christmas Eve. My mum is ordering food in and Mickey is coming over. We still exchange gifts. It's nice. While we waited for the food to arrive we talked about everyday stuff, interesting customers at the shop, his latest project. Eventually the food arrived and we sat at the dining table. We ate in silence. Just like any other day. After we finished we gathered around the telly to watch holiday movies.
When the movie ended Mickey was getting ready to leave. Before he said good bye he handed me a box with Santa wrapping paper. "Merry Christmas, Rose!" He said. Then I gave him a holiday bag with Rudolph on it.
"Same to you!" We kissed quickly before opening our presents.
Mickey smiled when he pulled the toolbox out and thanked me. Opening presents always made me smile. With my tongue poking out a bit, I shredded the wrapping paper and opened the box. I looked at the contents confused.
"What is it?" I pulled out what looked like a weird blue teapot. "Is it a teapot?
Mickey shook his head. "It's an antique lamp. I think its Egyptian. What do you think?"
"I love it! Thank you Mickey!" I said, even though I wasn't entirely thrilled to have an antique Egyptian lamp.
We exchanged one last kiss before he left and I went to my bedroom. I put the lamp on my nightstand. It looked familiar for some reason. Aladdin! Right. A genie's lamp. I let out a giggle. Mickey knows me well. I love the movie, Aladdin. Too bad genies don't exist. I couldn't help myself though. I picked up the blue thing and rubbed it just because. I waited a bit, as if I expected something to happen. Of course nothing is happening. Genies don't exist. And nothing exciting ever happens. I turned the lights off, climbed into bed and went to sleep.
Right when I was about to finally go into deep sleep mode, I heard a strange sound. Startled, I sat up and looked around. When I looked at my nightstand I nearly screamed. Actually I opened my mouth to scream, but then his hand covered it. My eyes went wide. A tall skinny man wearing a brown pinstripe suit and brown trench coat was standing on my nightstand. I couldn't see his feet because they were shrouded in blue smoke.
"Hello!" He said with a smile. "I am the genie of the lamp. But you can call me The Doctor."