James' New House

James looked around at his apartment. "I could do better than *this*," he said out loud. "I wish I lived in a house, instead of an apartment." The stone glowed and everything around him blurred, then cleared. He wasn't in his apartment anymore. He was in a house. *His* house. He ran into all of the rooms, excited. It wasn't a very *big* house, just a one-floor one-bedroom house. But it was *still* a house. He walked to his new bedroom and sat on his bed (which was the same one from the apartment) and thought of what to wish for next.