I asked for a time-machine ,
And I got the most beautiful weather at this odd time of the year. Monsoon in the middle of summer . It went straight back to an odd time when the only spaces that existed were the full stops interspersed between conversations, where strolls were blanketed with raindrops and tunnels of green leaves, and when warmth was gained by wrapping selves around bodies made of sparks of fire and skin.
If only I had been more realistic to ask for teleportation, airplane tickets or a miracle along with this time-machine.