I wake in the morning, in a bed, and yawn before opening my eyes. Everything's blurry, and pillow feathers lay in my hair. Yawning again, I pick them out before blinking to gain vision.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I remember something and lift my head, opening my eyes. Realizing the situation, I blink a few times before sighing and burying my face back in Jackie's hair.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
“Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number.
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few.” — Mary Shelly