The Wish

An imaginative young boy makes his way along the carpet as careful as possible. The black of the carpet as he mentions, represents snakes where one may be bitten when touched. The red as well dangerous for it would burn the young preschooler alive. All that was left was yellow, the safest way to make it out the door from the staircase he was previously sitting on.

He'd edge further ahead, step by step as he risked his life along the thin yellow patches that acted as tightropes. The boy mustn't touch the other colours if he wanted to go outside to play. He believed in himself- it was only the previous day that he successfully crossed the brick path in his backyard.

The snakes frightened him as they'd jump out from their positions as he slowly made his way. Alas, he reaches a point where he must choose between two paths. One, lacking in yellow and enough red to burn his body whole, or the other where a large patch of black lied between his destined patch of yellow.

Unready to die now, the boy continues his quest and attempts to step over the snakes. It was impossible to jump over, it was too long. Slowly, he lifted his right foot, and reached the edge of the yellow. With one foot on each safe patch, he struggles to lift up his left. As he loses his balance, the boy begins to wave his arms to keep from falling but only made matters worst. Slowly, he begins to go over, descending faster and faster and increasing the tension and fear. At the last possible moment, he reaches his hand out, with his bare hand inside the pile of terror.