I always thought of God to be a woman. When I sleep, she'd knock on my door. I'd open it to find Her smiling at me. Her auburn curly hair would fall perfectly down Her head. She was like a statue just built from a Greek sculptor's hands, freshly made. Her pale hands would touch my chest that surrounded my heart. I'd wake up wondering who She was. The sun would reach my face and warm my cheeks. My eyes would flutter open to the window facing me. Being in darkness for so long, my eyes would adjust to this abundance of light. I'd look to the door across me and hope that maybe in this real life, She would knock on my door.

Tonight, I lay my head to sleep in hopes to see God again. Would She touch my heart like She did in my previous dreams? Will I finally know who She really is? Will I finally hear Her voice?

"Goodnight," a whisper softly told me.

The room became blurry and all I saw was darkness.

There was a knock at my door. I flew off my bed and opened it but nothing was there. The halls were dark and the sound of sleep was all I heard.

Rain fell down and slithered around my body. I could hear the Earth beneath me, moving and breathing, alive. The Earth was alive. The grass tickled my ear. The wind sang a song. The moon danced with the sun. The rain washed my tears away.

I felt Her warm hands against my cheeks. She gently lifted me up and when my eyes finally met Hers, She smiled. Her eyes were a perfect harmony of colors.

"What is your name?" I asked.

She simply bowed her head and gestured me to follow her.

The sky became an arrangement of colors, like Her eyes.