The Power Of Wishes (Editing)

Chapter 16: Fancy Meeting You Here........

I woke up the next morning in my hotel room. The sun was streaming through the windows and I heard a bird chirp outside.

Almost like in Cinderella I thought. Only not really because instead of waking up with perfect hair and singing and dancing around the room followed by birds I got up with a knotty mess of hair and got ready to take a shower before officially starting my day.

The covers were pure white and the pillows and matress seemed to be made of feathers. I still remembered the way the bed had looked when I first entered the room. It had looked so perfectly made that I almost felt bad sitting down on it.

I yawned and climbed out of bed, not expecting the soft plush rug that my feet landed on. I streatched my arms and stood up.

So now I had a new wish. Every wish seemed to me like almost a new chance. I figured it was like a chance because everything, or, almost everything that happened in each wish depended on my reactions.

I remembered the day before with Mr. Vanderbilt. He was so kind and, I guess you could say he was unique. Honestly, how often does one come across a former security guard at the Louvre museum of art?

Not often, would be the answer. But through my wishes I was lucky enough to meet one who knew the museum like the back of his hand. What woud my wishes bring me today? I had no idea to be honest, but there was only one way to find out.

With a new spirit of inspiration I got out of bed and stretched. My joints relaxed quickly from the stiffness that came along with sleeping in a single position.

I was just about to undress myself when I realized that I had no clothes on hand, or did I? I could never be sure anymore with my wishes so I decided to take a look in the closet and chest of drawers in my room.

Opening the top drawer, I was greeted by the smell of dust and a mothball. Nothing else. Well, maybe some people just have a problem with top drawers, I thought and opened the second drawer while I had a bit of hope still in me.

I sighed heavily when I realized that the second drawer, as well as the first, was empty.

Perhaps they are saving the best for last? I questioned myself trying to be optimistic. It should come as no surprise to you though, when the third drawer was just as empty as the two that had come before.

What? So now was I left here with no clothes? Well this was a fine trick to play! Or wait, would I have to wish for clothes? I certainly hoped not since I hated the thought of using my wishes for frivolous or small things.

I was just about to give up and use one of my wishes when my eyes fell upon a slightly worn out suitcase peaking out from under the bed in my room. Was this the source of my clothes?

It could be clothing or it could be full of old letters or stories of generations before.

If I had not been in such need for something to wear I would have hoped for the latter idea, but since clothing seemed more important at the time, that was what I hoped for at the moment.

I bent down and unclasped the worn out handles to find a suitcase full of......clothes! I gasped a relieved 'yes' under my breath before spilling out the suitcase's contents on the bed.

After searching through a collection of dresses, shirts, pants and shoes, I could swear there was a style that would appeal to everyone, I decided upon a light pink floral sundress to go with the sunny weather outside. White sandals and crystal earrings completed the outfit.

Quickly I dressed myself and was happy with how I looked in the end. Had I been at home I would have gone the extra mile and curled my hair a bit, but I was not at home. I was in an average Paris hotel, as if I knew what an average Paris hotel looked like. So, I stayed as I was.