The night we ate mushrooms.

Before we blew a circuit and lost power in the house (making M. late for work because we were too scared to go into the basement to flip the switch), and after communicating in closets sending notes back and fourth she sat on the floor make art out of a sharpie, red nail polish, and manilla envelopes. I leaned my ear up against the wall.

"This house has a heartbeat."

I feel like a found a lost sock. A really expensive missed sock.