I nod, resting my head against his chest, but then remeber something, "Sh*t. Vanessa is gonna freak...out..." I sigh, "This is gonna be funnn." I chuckle.
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
