I flash a smile and nod, sighing as I feel something in my stomach. I set my hands atop it and take a deep breath, "Oh...sh*t..." I close my eyes, "Trashcan, Jay," I say quickly, "I need a Trashcan. Now. Not feeling so good..."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening