I want a Time Machine.

I don’t want to go change anything. That sort of thing would only make it worse. What I want. All I bleeping want is to go home. Go to one night in 1958 when my folks sisters, and brother are all asleep. 

My dog Brownie would know who I was, and hang out with me.

I’d sit in dad’s chair put my feet up eat popcorn, and peacefully watch TV till dawn,…then leave. Perhaps leaving the empty bag of popcorn behind. This with a manufacture date of 2020 on it. I’d leave a mystery,…that would be more than enough temporal mischief.