Erika thought for a moment and smiled. "If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride," she said and slipped out the backdoor and down the alley to the freeway off-ramp. Carefully crossing the street with the powder clenched in her fist, she headed for the bushes next to the offramp where one homeless young man made his nightly camp. The smell of cheap booze and urine led her through the shadows, and her quarry started to snore as she drew near.
She had known him, or known of him when he was in high school three years ago. He'd been quite a stud. His body still betrayed his masculine charms though three years on the street had made him rougher and more haggered. She knelt over him and blew the powder into his eyes.
"Your dreams will come true, they will happen to you. When you open your eyes, tomorrow you'll get a great surprise!" Then she slipped back home in eager anticipation of the magic she had wrought.