But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. - Kahlil Gibran
Clanging pans and glass shattering rings in my ears and bounces off the walls. Around the corner, I stand at the entrance of the kitchen.
Morph leaps from the island to the top of the open space between the white shell-shaped cabinets and ceiling.
A few multi-colored glass decorations fall to the floor and shatter next to Vlad's bare feet. He jumps back.
I cover my mouth to stifle a snicker.
Morph leaps from his high perch, batting at a large flying insect. His paws connect with Vlad's back and left shoulder, then he lands on the floor, still chasing the winged bu
