I feel my skin burning and I wince, glancing around the room for any sunlight. It burns even more and I scream, seeing a vervain plant across the room and swallow, "V-Vervain."
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