Simon muttered stumbling, kicking a small green cup, sending it spinning and twisting across the floor. Light danced as it moved and a thin sound came from it, like a scream but pure. The wall wavered again
Simon turned away and into the wall, then stopped. It felt good. Little sparks scratched and titillated that deep itch that never quite subsided. He stretched his arms out wide and floated up slightly, letting the cinder blocks meld into him, firm after the softness of their plaster cover. He shimmied slightly pushing the rough molecules deeper , sharpening and polishing. He stretched his toes out – that always felt good in a hot bath after a long day – and felt the curious little sparking warm them. He flexed his legs carefully sending part of his left foot outside of the wall. Simon heard steps outside and pushed his face part way, looking into the hallway leading to the stairs and building doors. A short, blonde girl with incongruous jet black eyelashes screamed. He moved back hastily into the security of the wall.