I wake in the morning, in a bed, and yawn before opening my eyes. Everything's blurry, and pillow feathers lay in my hair. Yawning again, I pick them out before blinking to gain vision.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I remember something and lift my head, opening my eyes. Realizing the situation, I blink a few times before sighing and burying my face back in Jackie's hair.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
/I think, today,/ he thought back, /the important fact is that I don't/ need /to be better than him. He can just be a person. And I... I can just be one too./ — Adolin (Wind and Truth by Brandon Sanderson)