The woman at the counter was bored. Business was slow. There hadn't been a customer for hours. It was the same thing day after day, and yet she got paid to sit there, read her book, and answer the occasional problem that any idiot with a telephone or internet access solve, without making the trip downtown. Now most people couldn’t have been bothered. Most people would have jumped at the opportunity to sit there and get paid 15 bucks and hour every day to do nothing, but she disliked every moment of it. She had no hobbies, no people to call, no computer, just a counter, her sarcasm, and her imagination. Sometimes she would makeup stories about the people who came to ask her questions. Sometimes she would lie, send them off on wild goose chases, and think about possible scenarios which could occur. Most of them ended blandly. There was so little to be happy about, but it made her smile. She was not depressed, just bitter and bored.

One day she came in to work dizzy. She could have stayed at home, but there was nothing better to do, and if anything coming to work dizzy would break the monotony of her life. She dozed off from time to time, coughed vigorously, even managed to sneeze on a customer, which made her laugh. She spent hours that afternoon coming up with stories about what the man had done after yelling at her for sneezing on him. It made her smile, and she was happy.

The days that followed she felt nauseous, but every event became more and more interesting, she dozed and dreamed, she fell over once and laughed at herself. Her boss came over to her and said something about going home. But she was not happy at home. In fact she’d never been more amused in her entire life since the dizziness came. One day she stumbled and saw the floor rushing up towards her slowly. Shortly afterwards came the darkness.

In the center of the void she floated, and with time she found that she could control the darkness and make it not so dark. Eventually she became capable of creating objects, places, things. All sorts of things. And she delighted in the freedom which her new found power had given her. She created destroyed, laughed, cried. Everything was new to her. Eventually she began constructing empty vessels of human bodies with which she interacted, recreating the scenarios of her past life. Making the funny things in her head come true. It made her smile. Made her laugh. And she was happy.