Chocolate, jammy, fudgy, one after the one, Scarlett continued munching on those delicious, fluffy texture brownies until there left three hazelnuts flavored. She neither liked nuts nor the things of that flavor. When she took a bite of the orange-colored piece, the half-chewed cake was coughed out on the palm of her hand. She shortly shoved the chocolate brownie into her mouth, the strawberry jam inside subsiding the taste of disgusting nuts from her tongue.
When she finished eating all, except those three, she laid back on the bed, the blue light shining into her eyes. Tomorrow. She was going to travel in the past tomorrow. Laying there, it was the first time when a thought popped up in her mind. Was there anything she would change? She could travel any year.
Humans used to live with regrets. Rewinding the hands of the clock to change their decisions, interrupt their stubbornness for certain things that had turned unfavorable in the present, they wished to travel in time. Losers would want to undo the decisions that were the sole reason for their downfall in the present.
One-sided lovers would wish to step in the past and pluck up the courage to confess and say the words that were left unsaid. At least, they wouldn't be living under the clouds of whats and what-ifs. Some filled with remorse and shame distressing them every day of their life, wishing and sobbing and screaming and crying their hearts out to be given a chance, only one chance to wound back in the days to lessen the guilt that was eating them up alive.
Some adults would wish to go back to their little self and tell them to not worry and think too much, take the hand that nobody grabbed and caress it, whisper sweet words that they were wanted, needed by their own selves, telling them encouraging words that they would make out of the suffering alive soon, that the pain would end and they just needed to hang in there a little more while and to not give up.
Where many people wanted to travel in time for different reasons, the professor, surprisingly, didn't have one. She was just traveling because she wanted to feel and see her invention working properly by herself. There wasn't anything wanted to change.
Not a single decision, one day, a single minute of her life she would want to change. She had always continued moving forward. She was loved by everyone. Her family adored her since the day she was in the womb of her mother. She met many different people in her life and learned from their mistakes. She was happy...happy with no regrets. She didn't want to change any second of her life.
She didn't realize when she dozed off or for how long she had slept. When her eyes opened, she saw the straps of lights that were mounted on the ceiling doubling. She tried to get up but it felt as if the energy was drawn out of her body.
Using her elbows, she pulled herself up by using them as a support to stand her upper body. Slowly, she put her heels on the floor. When she got up on her feet, she felt extreme dizziness and fell back on the mattress. Why she was seeing four hands? Did she really wake to be an alien that she once joked about on her first day of master's class!
Blinking her eyes she looked around. She was still in the room she rushed in to eat brownies. What time was it? She had to get to Dylan and ask him to take her home.
"That stupid must have forgotten about me. I wonder if they started making out in the open air or got themselves a room", she mumbled, little chuckles started escaping past her lips. She was feeling light, as light as a wispy strand of a cloud flowing by the gentile air in the sky.
The chuckles formed into humorless giggles as she started laughing. Why was she laughing anyway? She also didn't know. Even she would take too many shots of alcohol, she never felt this high and light. Tonight, she didn't even drink. Only one glass. What had happened to her? At that moment, she didn't have a mind to figure it out so she continued laughing. As she was cracking up to herself, the door clicked open. Raising her head up, she saw a boy stepping inside.
"If you really want to see me naked, better use your hands to undress me than your gaze."