I walk to the bathroom and lock the door. She surprsingly is quiet, and I soon find out why. I slide down the door and bury my face in my arms once she hangs up.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
He began to wonder why he had felt uneasy at all. It was like a man wondering in broad daylight why a dream had appeared so terrible to him at night. — Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart