I shrug, "It's this...feeling. I-I don't like it." I said swallowing. I feel something in my stomach and set my other hand against it, slightly worried.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I'm officially making it my goal in life to become a roomba. I want to be little robot. I want knives taped to me. I want to be free. — TheMulticoloredCyr