You came back after your walk in the night air. I was bothered by it, that I didn't know what you and your brother had fought about, what made you punch him. I wasn't sure that I would want to know. I didn't say anything to you. You went to take a shower, i heard the water turn on. I really didn't want to ask, what I wanted to know is whether or not you were okay, not what had caused it. I was worried. And when i was worried i had to move, to keep busy. I finished cleaning up the kitchen, flowing with the music in my head. I put the tea kettle on the stove burner and danced around until it shrieked. I poured my cup of tea. The volume of my music was so loud for me to hear you. I turned around and saw you. You were smiling and laughing at me. I dragged you to me, telling you to dance with me. You told me you could hear my music. I said that of course you could besides i have the best taste in music. I was stilled bothered by the fight you had with your brother but it was at the back of my mind. I was focused on dancing like a dork with you in the kitchen that night.
