“Maybe if I pose it as a wish, my problems will disappear! I’ll just wish upon a star! That’s what I could do! But it’s not nighttime. I could wish upon an imaginary star! It’s a foolproof plan!”
“I wish for my mother to give back my art supplies, and I wish that there were no rules against bettering the community by adding my art to the walls!”
Nora sat on her cold, lonely bed, staring out the window, trying to avoid anything that would make her think of art in any way. She looked at the flowers and admired their beauty. She looked at the trees and gazed at their amazing leaves.
“Ooh, look at how gorgeous that orange color is!”
“Wait, I still owe a thousand dollars. I shouldn’t have painted that wall. It’s just so pretty now. I think I have a problem. Maybe it’s good to be away from my materials for a while.”
Nora once again sat, alone on her cold lonely, frankly kind of boring bed, and buried her face into her hands. Tears began to slowly drip off of her fingers.
“I just love art! And I wish that all of my fines would resolve themselves, and I wish that my mother would just maybe give me a brush, or two for variety, and just the three primary colors of acrylic paint. I remember when the boxes of paint were stacked to the ceiling in here. Now, all the color is gone. That’s all I want, color. The walls, boring and gray. My bed, colorless.”
She gazed gently out the window, secretly hoping for the walls to suddenly appear colorful and that the sidewalk would appear bright and happy. Alas, only the flowers came through. The blooms almost seemed to glow beneath the burning yellow sun, and the birds happily chirped on a small, dark caramel-colored tree branch, with five small clusters of emerald green leaves hanging off beneath them.
“I just wish for more color, that’s all!” She cried out, quiet enough, as her mother was right outside the door.