'19' Last Days Of Being a Teenager |Memoir

I met a GENIE III

The genie said,

How about I give you a potion.

A potion to clear your thoughts. A potion that'll make you get out of your own head.

yes, I'd take it.

As I reached for the blue glistening potion our hands leaned in closer I could feel it I grabbed it ready to gulp to its last drop. 
But then it didn't feel right. It was fluffy, not glass. I opened my eyes, It was the window cotton beside the bed. It was a dream.