“It just takes a bit of courage.” He winked. “And good timing.”

“They will see it.” I replied.

He straightened his back, looking agitated for a moment.

We are decibels. Lying in wait. Ready for the moment.

The flower vase flew across the room. It collided upon a photo frame and broke into a hundred shards. Like a boar on frenzy, we launched into the air, echoed off the wall, and swept across the ceiling. There, we pushed past one another, fighting for unexplored terrain to leave our tracks.