A/N: If there was ever a piece of foofyness on this Earth, this must be it. I told you I wanted to write something happy. Here's my first attempt. ^_^ Thank Pont for the bubbles.

by: Spoonvonstup

Rated: G (this is about as tame as it gets, folks. Unless you want me to add babies, lollipops and happy sunshine)

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Bubble

She was warm. She was safe. She was.
Colored lights swam across her vision in rivers of ochre, moss, mulberry, earth, chocolate, and cream. The streams were swirling, swirling, spinning below her feet, creating patterns brimming with ancient meaning and mystery. She felt that if she merely stayed in this moment, gazing down at the vacillating vortex of pigmented matter, the whole of creation would be revealed for the simple thing it was.
She reached forward, tempted, oh so tempted, to connect with the mystery. If only to be one with the pattern, part of the dance, an integral part of the waltz of life! Here at the edge, she was a spectator, an impartial observer.
She longed to take part. Her feet itched. Her body could feel the rhythm, see the pulse, hear the beat in the colors all around.
Life called.
Her hand extended. Trembling, closer, closer. One finger oh so near, longing to burst into the grand design at her feet. How she longed to be part of it all.

Pop.

The giant bubble burst, burst into a thousand tiny starlit drops. A magic mist, still full of the memory of the dance, floated down gently, gently, gently, like so much celestial snow. It fell into her hair, crowning her with shimmer and dust.

She awoke with a gentle yawn, stretching her arms up to the headboard with a comfortable sigh.
"Have a nice dream?"
She turned over onto her side, pausing a moment to study his easy smile. The corners of her mouth stretched a little wider in response.
"Yes. Simply wonderful."