There was a magical rug on the floor of the dentist's waiting room. It had endless squares and patterns that made perfect roads for the toy car the boy was pushing. It was a model of an open-top car from the fifties with a cream body and mint green trim. The boy travelled down each road that the rug never failed to supply.
When they were called in to the dentist's room the boy slid down into the chair and looked up into the big lamp that hung there like a sunflower. The dentist said he wouldn't feel a thing as he handed the boy a mask and told him to just keep breathing in before going down another road into a black country where the sky was pink and the air tasted like rubber.