The Monkey's Paw

Granted. You need to test it. Something difficult that you wouldn't normally be able to do, but nothing that could cause problems if it failed. Maybe drawing a realistic self portrait. You pick up a pen and the moment you touch it to paper it feels more the pen is moving your hand rather than the other way around. You are amazed at the speed and precision of each mark until your hand finally stops and you are left with a photo quality drawing. This is incredible. What next? The cute barista maybe? You open your mouth, not even sure what you are saying, but it works. You've got a new number in your phone and your coffee is on-the-house. What else? Surely there's a way to make some money off of this. The clerk at the corner store stands there with, mouth agape, amazed at your luck as you scratch off your 3rd winning ticket. What else? What about something impossible? You laugh at the faces of the drivers on the freeway as you pass them all, wining the foot race you attempted against their motorized vehicles. All of the possibilities swimming through your head. Your life had changed forever. You call that barista. It's no surprise to you when they agree to come over to your place. After a perfectly cooked diner, paired with just the right wine, you both move to the bedroom where you have the most amazing sex of your life. The barista lets out a satisfied sigh and is out for the night. You are feel tired yourself. It was a busy day after all. You lay down and try to go to sleep; which of course you do. You don't hear the panic cries of the barista the next morning. You don't feel the jostling. You aren't disturbed when you are loaded into the ambulance. You aren't bothered when the catheter is inserted. You are having the most successful sleep of your life. A sleep so sound that you never want to attempt to wake up.