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.
