I was just about to fall asleep when someone throws a pillow at me. I open my eyes and sit up, confused. Cupid stand it front of me, crossing his arms. I was just about to say something when I feel it again. I stand and run to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
That awkward moment when you jump out a window because your friend jumped out a window, then you remember that your other friend can fly. — Rick Riordan, The Ship of the Dead
