In a place where people existed on the level of their thoughts, she sat above the clouds.
Looking down on where she had lived for too long.
A place that she no longer called home.
She had thought grounded thoughts for most of her life, and they had given her grounded results.
There was even a time when she thought so little of herself that she placed herself below others.
And her thoughts buried her low in the ground.
Underfoot, where she was stepped on with little consideration.
But when it occurred to her to dream, she started to rise.
When she took dreaming out of the confines of slumber and mere make believe, there was no ceiling that could hold her.
And she floated as high as she liked.
And took her place among the stars.
Waiting to become a wish that would cause some else to start to rise.
Because daring to dream had made her something to look up to.