This is still my stuff.

Earlier, I was upstairs. It was inside a building that the stairs I was up were in, and I'd been being up them; now I wanted to be down them, but I couldn't be bothered to walk down them, so I caught the lift. I went up to the panel next to the closed lift doors and pressed the button to go down. The lift came, I got inside it and pressed the button which makes the lift go to the ground floor, so that I'd be at the bottom of (or "down") the stairs. It did. I got out. The thing that I had wanted to happen had happened. I made it happen with my mind. I was down the stairs. I choose! I act!