Day and night, Genie is confined to her beautiful bottle. It's cold, smooth exterior belies its strength as both protection and a prison. Inside, an ever present and omniscient voice emerges from everywhere and nowhere. It is a daily visitor.
Insistent, Genie stubbornly plots her freedom. Some days it's not so bad. She relents, sometimes giving way to distractions from outside sources. Other days, she feels trapped and desperate. Suddenly, an opportunity as fleeting as a soft breeze on a still night appears and she sees her chance."Go for it!", the voice howls excitedly to her.
She attempts to escape from her beautiful bottle and be free......only to find that in the end fate is heavy handed. Doubt, never far away, casts its shadow on her momentary bravado. Should she try again or quietly succumb to the comfort of her prison all the while knowing that tomorrow she will once again hear the voice whispering, "Can Genie come out and play?"
