the leaves shiver in the bright sunlight as i hold my right hand out, palm facing away from me. my nails are an electric blue and still wet. they shine up at me, hypnotic somehow.
the old, battered door creaks behind me, subtly announcing the fact that i am no longer alone on the front porch. my brother drops to the ground with an immense sigh, book in hand. my bottle of polish starts to tip, and i catch it with my foot. no one saw.