This is the life.

Erin Castell felt her stiff, aching shoulder muscles finally releasing the tension they had been holding all week as her personal masseuse, Henry, kneaded away at them faithfully. Erin stretched her toes, wiggling them to their full extent, before finally relaxing them and sinking into a welcome sleep.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“What the hell is it now?” Erin sat up sternly in bed, her back pole straight, and Henry sighed. All his hard work was lost in just that one simple movement. He was sure she was tense again.

Erin snapped open her phone, and delivered a harsh hello. “Listen, Harris, I was in the middle of a power nap. This better be important.” She listened for a minute, and her expression grew grave. “I’m right on it.” She snapped her phone shut.

Henry stood aside as Erin pulled on her suit, jumped in her car, and started the engine without touching the keys.

“I guess telekinesis comes in handy.” Henry thought to himself.