An unfamiliar blend of sound bubbles from beneath the door. Not wanting to spoil conversation or interrupt the flow of smiles behind voices, I wait.
Giggling warms me as I turn the knob, two heads bent, searching for end pieces, shaping a landscape hand over hand.
I top off their sparkling juice and welcome applause at the luxury of a whole bottle just for the two of them.
The plan is to save it for midnight, the cups are breakable, only 26 minutes remain, actually 25 and 50 seconds and then they can count down from ten. All of this reported by dancing eyes buried deep in puzzle sorting.
I tumble fresh pillows and blankets to the floor, the silence my presence has created ushers me to the door.
A perpetual game of solitaire sits untouched, it’s only company an abandoned computer.
As I disappear they pop in headphones, one for each of them.
From the other side of my daughter’s door I might just begin floating from the melody.
They sing the same song.
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