A story

Once, there was a little girl
who spun around on her toes
in the deepest of wood.
One day, the little girl suddenly stopped spinning,
and like a mirror breaking,
the world broke apart.
But as soon as it had smashed into pieces,
the world put itself back together
and started from where it had left off.
Except that the little girl was now missing.
What could it mean?

I don't know, actually. I think my mother told me that story just to make me shut up and go to sleep. But sometimes, I do think back to the first time I heard that story and wonder if even in her sleepy state, if my mom had a point to make. Does it apply to real life? Does it have a symbolic meaning? Then again, my mom was pretty tired. Perhaps there is no point. 
Maybe some stories are just stories.