"What is life!" She exclaimed, not quite a question, more a series of words used when frustrated.
Was she referring to her own life? Maybe the creation of living organisms? The meaning of life?
A lowly college girl with seemingly no path has a hidden identity.
She has dreams, many dreams. Probably more dreams than others could imagine. But when she reaches out to catch a particularly delicious looking one, she spots another dream she's never seen before, or a dream from ten years ago that she meant to catch. With excitement she grasps at the new dream with both hands, clutches it closely and begins to work her magic to bring it to life.
These dreams are like puzzles, ever complicated and hard to complete. They bring stress, and she becomes concerned with nothing more than finishing it. She sits long hours, and when she is tired of it, she releases it again, half finished, back to her consciousness.
Not all is lost, for a dream never leaves her, she just continues to live, collecting more and more dreams.
Time is her enemy, however, for she has so many dreams, all clustered about her thoughts that it is impossible to ever complete them all. She can never do everything she ever wanted to because to do so would take thousands of years. And as she grows old she realizes there are many more things she needs to do, there are people to please, jobs to be done, fun to be had.
What is life, indeed.
