It becomes a sort of game then as we continue to sneak glances at one another. At first I don’t realize he’s doing it on purpose, until I catch his mouth twitching, and the laugh shaking his shoulders. I don’t know when I start smiling too. A small, fragile thing that feels as foreign as the weird flappy feeling in my chest. Like my heart’s a bird, banging its wings against its cage. Maybe I won’t burst. Maybe I’ll just float away instead. Maybe I’ll fly into the night sky like Peter Pan.
