They were up on the seventh floor, and Leo was scrutinising a portrait in excruciating detail. Marisa was not so interested. It was getting close to curfew and they had already been out exploring for three hours.
"Leo," she said in her most plaintive voice, "my legs ache. Is that portrait of… dancing trolls? …really that interesting?"
"Yes," said Leo, not looking up. "I'm trying to focus here."
Marisa rolled her eyes and began to pace back and forth. I need to rest… she thought. As she passed the blank stretch of wall opposite, a plain door handle suddenly appeared.
"Leo," said Marisa, now quite excited, "look at this!"
Leo turned around. "How did that happen? What did you do?"
Marisa shrugged. "I walked back and forth…"
She put her hand on the handle and glanced at Leo, who nodded. Marisa turned the handle and opened the door.
Inside was a massive bed, with pillows all fluffed up and a lovely warm white duvet. And the music playing…
"Aladdin?" asked Marisa, a massive smile spreading over her face. "How on earth did they guess?"
Leo looked somewhat nauseated: clearly "A Whole New World" wasn't his idea of musical bliss.
Marisa saw a roaring, crackling fire making the room beautifully warm, and a pair of silky grey pyjamas neatly folded on the bed. She picked them up and was unsurprised to find that they were exactly her size.
"How did you make this happen?" asked Leo, his eyes lit up with urgency. "If we can master this room, we could do anything!"
"Thanks," said Marisa, "but world domination can wait. I need to relax." And with that, she flopped down onto the bed.
"Marisa, I'm serious!"
"Okay. I thought that I needed to rest. Now can you let me rest?"
"Fine," said Leo, "Just… bear in mind you might end up disappearing."
Marisa glared at him, unsure if he was serious or not, until he went out and shut the door.
Then she rolled around until she was in a perfectly comfortable position and began singing lazily along. Bliss.