Yuki woke up to the sound of the door. She looked at her alarm clock: 9:17am. Her roommate, Cathy, had class at 9:30 on Fridays. Hopefully she’s not late again, Yuki thought. Yuki stretched and yawned and got out of bed and sat at her desk. She didn’t bother to get dressed; she didn’t have any class on Fridays. So instead she stayed in her sleep clothes, which last night had just been a baggy shirt and her panties.
She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and after she put on her glasses, she noted a little white box on her desk that hadn’t been there before. Her name was written elegantly on the lid. Did Cathy get me a gift? She thought, her heart fluttering a bit at the thought. Removing the lid gently, she removed its contents to examine them.
Yuki held in her hand a small grey recording device, a Dictaphone, with options to record, stop, or play. There was nothing really special about it. There was a note inside as well that read, ‘Record your deepest desires and make them real’.
Yuki had no idea what that meant, but she was curious. She noticed her notes on her desk on groaned. She still had a paper to right tonight. A long paper she hadn’t started. She started gathering her notes and booting her computer to get started, when a thought crossed her mind. She pressed the record button.
“I wish my paper was already written and ready to submit,” she recorded and pressed stop. Nothing happened. Still curious, she pressed record again. “My paper is fully written and ready to submit.”
She pressed stop and heard a sparkle like noise. When she blinked, her paper was open on her desktop completely and correctly written, formatted, and cited. Amazed, Yuki read through it once, twice, and even a third time to check. Satisfied on the third, she emailed it to her professor, not want to waste time, and looked at the Dictaphone in her hand.
“I can do anything,” she said quietly to herself, her mind running with the possibilities. “I can have anything. I can be anything.”