One white light illuminated moments after I plugged in the charger; I smiled, two to go, then green. In several hours I would have a fully charged device to put to use. I quivered in delight at the thought.
I walked past now and then, glanced over, frowning in disappointment each time; still not green, still not charged.
Patience wasn't my strong point when it came to this sort of thing.
I wish someone would invent a method of charging things faster, if they did my own invention would be charged and I'd be using it right this very moment. There was nothing for it though, I had to wait, I had to find patience.
Maybe a cup of tea would help, I thought.
I made one and sat down with my book...then proceeded to read the same line over and over, eyes darting from the page every few seconds looking at those hateful white lights and the one green one that just wouldn't go green.
Sip tea, read line, hopeful look at my device, disappointment, sip tea, read line, hopeful look at my device.
It didn't charge any faster though, even after all that sipping and glancing. Eventually I became so absorbed in my book I managed to ignore the white lights and I settled in to read, snuggled on the couch with my cushions.
Hours later, I glanced over and...green light.
I ran over, almost flinging the book into the air in my haste, and snatched up the device hardly believing it was true. Fully charged.
A smile split my face; the thought of the pleasure this item was going to bring me was tantalising, and as I pulled out the charging cable a flush of excitement spread throughout my body; this was going to be epic.
I'd thought about this moment, anticipated it for a long time during the research and development process. The thought of the moment I turned it on and heard the buzzing sound, felt the vibration of it operating, kept me motivated and focused. Now, here it was, in my hand, charged and ready to turn on and put to use.
I felt its smooth length, one slightly bulbous end and at the other it tapered to a blunt, roundish base. It fitted in my hand perfectly, comfortably, with the on-off button easily accessible to my thumb along with the operation modes. It was perfect, and it was going to be deliciously enjoyable to use.
I wasn't an inventor, just a girl with a deep need powerful enough to invent. I felt I'd outdone myself with this though. I felt satisfied, but not as much as I would when putting it to use.
I can't recall when it started, I was around fifteen or so I guess, I just remember needing to explore, experience and understand. It was like the world around me wasn't fulfilling enough, didn't feel right; I felt out of place and unsatisfied.
It was then I decided I wanted to be a time traveller and began to think about inventing a device to make my dream a reality.
Standing there with my time travelling device completed and charged, ready to operate, seemed almost unreal. I thought back to my younger self, that girl with a need, and back to the moment, realising that with this device the entire world, the ages, were accessible to me and I knew right then, I'd never come back.
I flicked the switch to on...it buzzed and vibrated...then I was gone.
This is my, unfortunately fictional, response to the #weekend-engagement concept by 
I've answered the writing prompt that asks what item I'd like but has not been invented yet and for me there was no hesitation - A time machine device.
I'd be a happy person if I had the ability to press a button and move through time and space, go to places and times I've only dreamed about. I've always been inquisitive and had a desire to immerse myself within the events of the past, to understand them, see great things begun, completed and ended and to understand historical life and people. If I was able to, I'd invent a time machine and, as in my story, I think I'd never come back.
Becca 💗
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