The sun was near the mountains. But life was such a dream that she couldn't tell if it was a sunset or a sunrise. She just loved how the colours incrementally changed to each other in the sky.
There was a sea in front of her. But life was so heavenly she couldn't tell if it was a sea of flowers or a sea of actually water. She was just stunned by how soft the waves crashed in her knees.
She closed her eyes, and started to think of the most beautiful things she was capable of. But life was so perfect she was not sure if it was reality or imagination.
She just didn't care.
When she opened them again, she was lying down, starring at the sky. It was suddenly night, and each star smiled, each shooting star waved, and the aurora borealis was the new sea in front of her.
Everything reminded her dreams. Reminded her of every single world she created. Every single book she read, every single feeling she had. Every single tear... but now colorful, rainbow-like tears. Tears made of blue nostalgia, violet naivety and red lovingness.
The tears fell down and transformed her hair, tied in two braids, in an iridescent color, that painted the wind.
As the tears burned her cheek, all she could think of was:
"This is Paradise".
