She was (a Fictional Moment 15)

and another thought danced in her heart.  Tripped the light fantastic.  Whispered into her soul:  “I am so grateful.”

She breathed deeply.  Not knowing exactly how she had arrived here.  Not knowing exactly where she was going.  But knowing without hesitation, without question within Bloom’n’s very fibers of her very old quirky wacky wonderful soul, indeed this…indeed, if only this:

“Oh I so am…so very very grateful indeed, for this thing…called Life.”

Oh, Indeed, so.  …and in all worlds so, of this if nothing else Bloom’n knew to be truth.