My eyes shoot open, red, and I swallow before glancing at him. My body slightly sore and a few un-healing bite marks on my neck and thigh, I stretch, "I-I had a bad dream."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I just write poetry to throw my mean callous heartless exterior into sharp relief. I’m going to throw you off the ship anyway. — Vogon Captain (The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy)