She searched every memory and parsed each to their utmost essence. She grabbed the warmth of the sun on her skin from her seventh birthday, the scent of her Uncle Johnís best bar-be-que, and the laughter and joy from Sarahís sleepover. She threw every loved color and sound and smell into it, hurrying to finish in time. Her family and friends were jumbled in, even the ones who were a bit irritating. God walked over and picked up her dream and turned it around in his hands.
He smiled and said, ďItís not the real thing, but I like it.Ē