Her fantasy.

And there she sat,like a red brick in a mud wall.The infinite erasers spilled across the table,she sat there like an unfinished charcoal painting.
There was a hale of stars in the stellar sky.Like a pleasant surprise.The snowflakes were infinite,they fell,each to the ground,like they belonged.
The universe was a masterpiece and she looked on.
The jagged edges like a broken mirror,she shone a millions light rays like a dazzle,withheld,glowing.

Unfinished business was risky as there was so much to explore.Like a bar stool with a piano that came by.A lottery ticket and luck.These things together were like a fireplace in winter.Embers of dusty ash spewing warmth.

There was the coolth of a burning ice cube that melted in the palm.There were rainbows and unicorns as they all go together as fantasy.
She lived.