My mind floats from one think to another. I play everything in my head and smile. The kiss we will share, our first dance. Everything is going to be perfect.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
Should we not walk? On our feet? The ones I now have again? I do like my feet. They are befittingly perambulatory. — Pattern (Rhythm of War by Brandon Sanderson)
