Tommy ran down the stairs. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Tommy was smiling so big, it made his face hurt.
“Mom! Dad! It’s Christmas Day!” he shouted as he slide on his knees up to the tree. He was eager to see what goodies he had gotten. His mother entered the living room, “Just hold on. Your father is finishing your present right now.”
Tommy’s father was an inventor. He always made the best presents, and this year Tommy was promised something extraordinary. Before Tommy would pounce on his mother with questions, his father emerged form the basement. “It is finished.”
“Remember when you told me how you loved Back to the Future, and how you wanted your own time machine, Tommy?”
Tommy was vibrating with excitement. His father started to talk about the mechanics and the safety protocols that Tommy should know and follow, but Tommy was way past listening. He just wanted to go. He reached out and pressed the green button.
There was a flash of white.
Then Tommy woke up. He ran down the stairs. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.