My mistakes would not be recognised as such, and my pot plants would never die and would always flower (where appropriate).
Category: if wishes were free
I would get eight hours sleep
Time would expand so that I am able, within the space of just one day, to dazzle my boys with cultural experiences which ignite lifelong passions; and laze on the lounge cuddling with them and stroking their still-soft skin as we take turns reading aloud from our well-thumbed books (we are now reading fluently in French, having mastered Spanish last summer and Arabic this term); and still have time to write in my journal and do two good hours on my new manuscript; and whip up a lasagne from scratch (including freshly made pasta sheets).
At the same time, I would have less need for this time, for the words would run from my pen, revealing perfectly formed sentences which linked one after another, to create, without revision, a lucid and riveting plot.
I would not get lost this day
On my third visit to the The Louvre, there would, because of reasons best unknown, be no real crowd in front of the Mona Lisa; and as I stood, she would reveal to me, in words I could understand, the secrets of making enduring speak-to-me art.