1. I panic. Then I focus. Bird by bird. Bird by bird.
2. I step out of the house and there is this big black ceiling again, but with bright stars.
3. “… and then there will be another group of children dancing like this…” and Jay shows me the moves, “but it won't be exactly like this, because only N, the gym teacher, can do it because she is ‘stretchy.’ ” I laugh out loud.