It sat there. A treasure ripe and waiting to be plucked and plundered.
A taboo hung thick in the air. The thoughts of law and order. Commands given and received.
Yet there it sat firmly placed atop the cold harsh reality of the unattainable. A gem sparkling and viewed by a mind filled with the temptatious thoughts of a mind well schooled in what is right and what is wrong.
The hands of the clock rotated around the center of the sun. Night became day became night became day until the day came where the thoughts overpowered logic and reason.
A mission: Made in planning and executed with precision.
First, a chair. A wooden chair pushed with exertion to help aid in an endeavor now filling the mind with happiness and expectations.
Second, the will. Gravity to overcome, height to attain. Jubilee to feel as with each action lead towards success.
Third, the moment where the hand made contact with what was not of the world of a child. And then another hand to make contact.
Fourth, to relish in victory.
You see, for a four year old boy whose mind was as intelligent as ever there was intelligence, had made the self choice of obtaining the cookies in the jar located in the kitchen. A clay contained holding the precious goods of chocolate chip cookies.
For the boy the mission was a complete success. For the boy’s mother and father, an acknowledgement of a smile.
Daily writing prompt
What is your mission?
Robin Lipinski 