I smile and look over at Cupid. "Here let me get you a towel." He looks around and finds one. He passes it to me and put it to my face, I scream, "OW! That's hot!!" I throw it at him, tears falling from my eyes.
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
