I chuckle and shake my head at him. "I fit perfectly in you're arms? Yeah, Okay," I smile. "Now start walking because I feel like I'm about to throw up."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah
