I wake in the morning, Kyle looking at my neck, "You have boo-boo," He says. I feel it and sigh, yawning before shaking my head and scooping him up, "S'Fine, Ky. Hungry?"
He nods and I walk to the kitchen to get him some pancakes.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
“Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number.
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few.” — Mary Shelly
