he walks in the room loud as a thunderstorm but happy, if you can imagine that. i watch his smile creep up on him and when he laughs, i rush over to be nearby so i can grab up some of that laughing and rub it between my hands. i make a glowing ball out of it, and put it in my mouth so i can carry it around for a little while. he puts his arm around me, and it's fuzzy as ever. i snuggle my face in the crook of his elbow and before i know it, i am off the ground, in the air, a little bit dizzy, a little bit breathless. he pops the ceiling off the house with his left hand, and i can see the treetops getting closer, getting farther away, getting closer, getting farther away. the light between the leaves makes my eyes feel funny. i open my mouth wide to catch the fun in the air, and some of his laughter glow escapes my mouth when i do. some of my own laughter pops out, too. just as suddenly as it began, it stops, and i press my face into his soft, old t-shirt to get my bearings back. i inhale deeply, and i feel safe here where it smells like forever.