I study him before walking to the bed, wondering what to do as I turn music on. I go through my suitcase again and find the same old things, but a pair of sweats and tank top. I take them out before setting them on the bed, zipping it back up.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening