I see Jace pass out and I catch him, setting his head on my lap. Zoey watches and chuckles. I glance up at her and she looks away, still trying not to laugh.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening