The Universe's Mixer

Jeannie yawned and stretched before sitting up. That had been a very nice nap, and she felt very rested. Except for her back, which was a little bit sore. The couch in her bottle was very comfortable most of the time, but it was not the same as a feather bed. Still, she reflected as she gazed around at the curved pink and purple walls gilded with gold patterns, there was no place like her bottle. It was safe and secure and, most importantly, hers.

But now that she was well-rested, it was time to get up and do something with her day. Jeannie was not, and really never had been, a laze-about sort of genie. Oh there were some that did nothing but sit around eating candied dates and drinking sweet wine while they waited for their masters to utter the two words that were a command to every djinn: “I wish…” Jeannie, though, was a more proactive person. She did not simply want to wait to grant her master’s wishes. She wanted to anticipate them. And more, she wanted to make his life easier.

( Though that was sometimes harder that it sounded. )