Magic Carpets are Real

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

This story is an extended metaphor based upon the experiences of the protagonist.

“This will be the first of many sessions between us sir, so please have an open mind prior to walking inside of these doors.” He said.

 “So with that in mind, tell me your thoughts.”

 

“Sir, I’ve been having these thoughts about magic carpets.When I’m in bed at night, I think of these carpets and the comfort in which they bring.Magic carpets are the ideal piece of furniture to have at any moment.They bring joy, when you’re not feeling too well, they are considered a form of travel, and above all, they are large enough to support me and only me, no others.” I stated.

 

 “This one particular magic carpet has my mind going in circles.It’s large enough to support me, yet small enough to carry around.Its threading is so unique in a manner where it even provides warmth during the colder times of the year.Light brown magic carpet, with golden tails at each corner to complement the unique diamond patterns found within the body of the carpet.A small red lady bug is found in the upper right corner, just before the threading of gold.”

 

“And the ride is phenomenal.When I lay on my carpet, I feel a sense of endearment, as if I never want to let go.And when I caress, my carpet it begins to move, elegantly across the wind as if we are one with the journey in which we travel.When I close my eyes, my carpet takes me where my heart desires, and when I get to the destination, I lay on my carpet, to enjoy the gratitude in which it has brought.Its curves on the wind are like no other, and dare I not to stand on my carpet, I only lay.Its Native fabrics make it easy to love, and above all, it feels like this magic carpet knows my exact thoughts. “I continued

“Interesting,” said the shrink as he began to take notes on his pad.

 

“Yet, the only thing about magic carpets, are the fact that they do not exist, in terms of reality.”  My mood began to change as I thought about my carpet.

 

“The ride, the touch, the flattery it gives are all subconscious desires, however, the joy I have during the time of my thoughts are no fictional desires. Never have I felt so strongly about a single piece of furniture, yet, I knew the furniture in which I sought was nothing but an unachievable accomplishment.”  I knew that I would not end my search for the mystical light brown magic carpet, with the ladybug imprint

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Submitted: May 07, 2020

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Criss Sole

Now that I think about it, I would like to have a magic carpet too.
Looks like he has a clear idea of what it would look like, even the ladybug.
Very charming story.

Thu, May 14th, 2020 6:36am

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