I wake, my head and side hurting like hell, and find the tazer's prongs stuck in my stomach. I pull it out and catch it bleeding, swearing, I nod, "Yeah."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I nod and sigh, walking into the other room and locking the door behind me. I change into a sweatshirt, just wanting to wear something comfortable, and sweatpants. I walk back and plop back on the couch, huffing.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind