The Painting (Coming Soon!)

"You're lucky." he exclaimed. I glanced over his hazel eyes, they were shaded with sorrow and misfortune.
"You're not stuck as a painting." he said. My eyes scanned over his face. His pearly white teeth were on display as he talked. His eyes were curtained by his thick black eyelashes. I read his name tag 'The Talking Painting'.
"Not really, you're stuck in those four walls of the frame, while I'm stuck in the four walls of this building. It's not that different." I looked at his outstretched hand, was he worth the chance. Well it was my only way out of here, here goes nothing. I reached into the painting and I took his hand in mine. Hopefully this won't become a mistake.