At brunch, you get an ache in the pit of your stomach and you’re not sure if it’s something you ate or the secret you’ve been harbouring. The sun swings its shot, catches your eyelash mid blink as you sip the avocado smoothie hoping it will keep everything in. It’s like drinking a mountain disguised as a cave. Bats don’t keep time and neither do fairies. But how would you ever know how they’ll take you?