Leave Dreaming to God.

The dreams,

The glittery stars twinkling in her mind,

The windy whooshing ideas,

Never choosing one direction.

Not moving.

The soft blankets of sugar coated numbness comforting her.

She wanted to forget.

Because it all just turned to nothing when it stood in the mirror.

So she surrendered her heart and her mind. Folded her hands and prayed. To God.

Letting God dream for her.

And her body came alive,

And her life turned magnificently

Into something real.

Someone real.

She saw in the mirror.

And liked.