Or that sudden urge to fly upon the wind?
To twist yourself about so fast, that you could see the whole world spinning?
And did you see a darting something out of the corner of your eye just a moment ago? A fairy, or perhaps a sprite, flinging dust about her or around him, by the glittery, sparkling handful?
That is the mark, the sign, the fate of fairy dust.
But fear not!
Oh no, this is nothing dreadful.
You have only been sprinkled with hope and lightness and possibility.
If you feel the urge to do anything fanciful, be it dance around a field, or the moon, best give in; there is no turning back anyway.
For you have been kissed.