I awoke to a twinkling light coming from down the hallway. I looked at the digital clock, again it was flashing 12:00, power cuts two nights in a row. I knew this wasn’t a coincidence.
I got out of bed, threw on my dressing gown and wandered down the hallway toward the kitchen fairly sure what I would find when I got there.
Ignoring the lights I exited the hallway and headed straight for the kitchen sink with plans to turn the kettle on and make a cup of coffee. I know someone will say I shouldn’t have coffee in the middle of the night, but I’m used to being told I’m wrong, besides I was certain I knew what would be waiting for me when the lights came on and I needed coffee to deal with that.
“So, you want coffee?” I asked without looking to see if he was there.
Still in the dark I topped the kettle up with water, plugged it in, switched it on and then turned to my left to look out over the dinning room.
The moment I turned the dinning room light flickered on adding a 3 second strobing effect to the room. Sure enough there he was my tall, long dark haired, well built hunk, only this time I noticed, even from the other side of the room, a Twinkle in his eye.
“You don’t talk much do you?” I said as grabbing a coffee cup from the dish drainer.
“Nothing to say yet.” he said in a deep brooding voice.
“Where I come from I was taught that it was polite to answer when you’re spoken too.”
“Isn’t it too late for coffee?”
“I was also taught not to answer a question with a question.”
“Were you taught anything else useful?”
That deep brooding voice was suddenly becoming annoying.
“Yes I was taught how to be polite and offer others in the room something if I was able too. Ergo I’m making coffee and I am wondering if you would like one. A question you have not answered yet.”
“But I did question whether or not the hour was too late for such beverages.”
“Well so far I have been able to establish that you’re good looking, able to get into houses in the middle of the night and with answers like that, typically bloody male!”
“Your compliments warm me to the very depth of my heart.”
As the kettle switched itself off and I began making coffee I tried one more time.
“So are you going to tell me what you are doing here?”
My tall dark haired stranger said nothing as I walked the two coffees to the dinning room table. It wasn’t until I sat down and looked him directly in those twinkling eyes that he spoke.
“Remember when you were 12 years old and found that lamp you thought was a genie’s lamp?” I nodded. “Then you rubbed it and made a wish?”
“You’re my wish come true?”
“Don’t be stupid, genies and free wishes aren’t real.”
“Then who the hell are you?”
“Why don’t you ask your readers?”
“Awe crap,” I thought, “I’ve seen these stories before I need to stop before I get stung for plagiarism”