When he closes his eyes I close my drawers and run my finger across the wood and turning around with my hands still on the top. I sigh and walk back into the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror and stretching my wings.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
That's how we should measure our lives. Not in distance traveled, or time passed, or worlds conquered, but in moments... and the rush of joy—of grace—that exists within them. — Megatron (Lost Light, by Roberts, Lawrence, Lafuente)
